I have bought yet another pair of shoes. Even when I knew I shouldn't.
Boots. Black. Almost Knee-High. Fabulous. To Die For. Just my size and on sale.
Did I need them? Well, no not exactly. But they were just so...pretty.
I stood there in the store cursing them for looking so damn good, and feeling great on my feet (the Sales-Woman actually snickered at me because I did this out-loud). So how could I just leave them there?
I feel like, and probably am a borderline Shopaholic. And watching "Confessions of a Shopaholic" doesn't exactly help, does it? I need to read the books, I think.
Anyway, I love shopping. I love fashion. It's awesome, I mean...Don't you?