Why is it that, despite owning something perfectly lovely, I have the insatiable urge to replace it with something new? I’m thinking about what I’m going to buy from the skincare company I use next week, and I’ve already decided to replace my moisturiser because, well, I just wanna try this other one. It’s even got the same base ingredient (rose) but I’m keen to know if it smells even nicer or suits my oily skin better. Crap excuses, eh?
Then I came to the realisation that this isn’t a new quirk, I do it all the time. I don’t really need a new iPod, but boy do I want one. I don’t need a new vibrator, but I can’t help browsing to see what’s available. Half an hour ago, I installed WordPress and suddenly thought – why am I doing this when Blogger does everything I need it to? Oh, that’s why! It’s something new.
My biggest weakness, however, is …. drum-roll …. bras. I have loads of them. Frilly ones, plain ones, silky ones and cotton ones. Push-ups, t-shirts and demi-cups. You name it, I’ve got one. Why do I have this weird bra fetish? Well, it could be something to do with me feeling that my breasts are my best feature. It could also be the fact that I can finally find hordes of them in my unusual size thanks to eBay.
I just love shopping, there’s no denying it. Hubby understands that I don’t do it on purpose, that it’s some kind of genetic trait inherent to the female sex.
Of course, shopping costs money and so it helps that I’m a real bargain hunter. I delight in spending hours (or even days and weeks if it’s something expensive) on researching products and prices. This is something hubby isn’t quite so supportive of, thanks to me enthusiastically informing him of every little saving I find. After a few grunted acknowledgements, he tells me to just buy the one that looks cheapest and be done with it. So I do, then promptly find it cheaper still elsewhere and feel annoyed.
Sadly, there is one side-effect to this addiction, aside from being penniless that is. I can’t seem to stop the guilty feelings that inevitably occur after any spending spree. Luckily, copious amounts of chocolate soon sort out those inconvenient chemical imbalances in my brain.