Ahem.
1) Galoshes. (They were pink and they were adorable, and leaving them alone on the shelf was not an option.)
2) Floral print stacked wedges.
3) Pink madras wedges.
4) Light blue Shabby Chic comforter (I did actually need this, my old one was getting really worn.)
5) Light blue jersey sheets.
6) Pink floral Shabby Chic sheets.
7) Pink secretary dress.
8) Pink layered tank top.
9) Blue and yellow boyfriend tees.
10) Closet-hanging shoe organizer (It became necessary after all the new shoes I bought!)
This weekend, I also bought three new dresses at a local boutique. I haven’t even hung them in my closet yet! They were still in the bag!
And to answer your question, no, I don’t just have piles of money laying around the house. This is all going on my credit card, and I took a huge pay cut this year! It’s just plain stupid!
As I was putting away all my clothes, it occurred to me: I have an obscene amount of clothes. Ob. Scene. Most of the things in my closet and drawers I’ve only worn once, if ever. Some of it still has the tags on. It would take me six months to wear all the outfits I have. And here’s the really creepy part: I gave away 95% of my clothes when I moved from LA to Seattle. I only brought like five outfits with me to Seattle, because I moved so suddenly. So this ridiculous amount of clothing has all been collected in less than a year.
It’s possible I have a shopping addiction, but, as I mentioned in an earlier post, I’m really insecure about my clothes, because I never knew how to dress as a kid. I feel like I’m compensating for the person I was 15 years ago. I always want to look perfect, and I always feel like I don’t. With all these outfits in my closet, I still usually feel like I have nothing to wear that looks cute.
What disease is this???
