Lately, I’ve been the consummate consumer. Granted, fall is nearly here and I definitely needed some new fall suits and shoes, but I’ve taken shopping to an entirely new level.
I’ve decided that I could probably do a better job at accessorizing, so I’ve been on a jewelry buying spree. And, because I hate the fake stuff, I’ve opted for semi-precious stones. Near my birthday, I decided that I wanted to buy peridot jewelry, because I had no jewelry representing my birth stone. That decision resulted in a purchase of 3 rings and 2 pairs of earrings.
And then, I’ve been on a skirt-buying craze. I hate this season’s skinny jeans. Now perhaps if I were skinny, I might not mind them as much, but the reality is that I’m a curvy girl. The skinny pant is not my friend.
I don’t even want to discuss purses. As I type, I look around my living room, and see at least three purses that are randomly placed on the couch, largely because I’ve run out of room in the area designated for purses in my bedroom closet. Might be time to sort through them, and eliminate all of the ones that I don’t really like. Oh, but wait! That would mean that I have purses that I don’t really like. NO! I DON’T! I’m in absolute love with every purse I own, and I keep finding more that I love and “must” buy.
I’m only hoping that my consumer behavior isn’t a symptom of a bigger problem.
