Friday, April 4, 2008

My Vice

The first step is admitting you have a problem.

Sometimes, I walk through the mall to get to the bus terminal to look in my favorite stores. I breathe in the scent, stop blinking, and touch the fabric, all while walking very quickly so that I do not spend money I do not have. Some of you probably think I'm kidding, but I'm really not. Serinda knows this addiction of mine is no joke. After living with her for about a year, I wonder how long it was until she started to notice my 'shame shopping'. We have never spoken about my closet addiction, (mind the pun) but I know she knows. 

I would go shopping, back in that time of my life when I had time and money, at least once a week. If I just bought one or two items, I could usually stuff them into my purse so she wouldn't notice when I came in the door. More often than not, I would have six or seven items, so when I returned from work at 2am, I'd just bring them inside them. On Mondays, when I had the house to myself, I would dispose of all the shopping bags and take out the recycling. Serinda was too kind to ever call me on it, although her adorable, observant 4 year old usually blew my cover with something like this:

 Abby   "Auntie, is that a new dress? I've never seen that before!"
Nunu    " Oh, this old thing? No...besides it's for work! "
Abby    " No, I don't think so. I've never seen it before "
Nunu   " Well it was on sale for $ ( insert real price - $40 ), so I had to! "

It's been very, very hard for me to stop the shopping thing since I've become a student. Luckily, school keeps me very busy and away from temptation. And it has made me realize that it can be superficial and unnecessary. But oh, how I miss it; how my heart aches.

I think when I start waxing poetic is a good time to stop. 


serinda said...

Ha ha ha.. I remember taking out the recycling, I would have just emptied it 2 days ago, and it would be full again. Full of fancy paper store bags with ribbon-y handles. The kind that I save for months after getting it, just to remember that I did, in fact, go shopping and buy something for myself. Just one more year, and you shall shop again. Until then, just ask for cash on birthdays and christmas.

Patience said...

well hurry up, come finish school and move to cow-town! we can make all sorts of delish food together