Retail Therapy

I was pissed again on Saturday. But this time, there is a difference in the degree of pissing, which probably is due the nonsense that I've been sucking in. The air, it kills even when I'm out of here. In trying to escape the clutches of the big bad zebra in human clothing. I decided. I need to get out of my warm bed and spend some money before my life force drains away, leaving me with nothing but some short bones. I'm not a good shopper. I usually go out with big plans and return with nothing leaving my wallet still intact - sometimes, I'm really not sure if that's a good thing. I hate buying clothes especially coz I dislike having to queue up and change then try to convince myself that I look good by turning in all sorts of directions. I don't really have a thing for sales either coz crowds make me feel faint and 90% of the time, I'm elbowed, pushed and tugged by crazy sales predators. BUT! For the very few times in my life, I actually felt that I need to spend money on myself to feel happy again. Suddenly, everything in the shops looked so nice to me. They're waving and calling out to me like friends, twitching at my heart. For once, in those very few times, I learnt to enjoy queuing up. I learnt the art of picking up more pieces to try while still in line. Within 2 hours, I bought 4 tops, 1 bag and 1 necklace at 2 very different locations which will take more than 15 minutes to travel to and fro. A major feat for me, considering that I usually take 5-6 trips to the same place before deciding maybe I really do not need to buy that top. On this very special occasion, I suddenly felt fortunate to have put on weight again - not that I like my growing tummy and twin tower thighs. If not for my hippy hip looking way awful in pants, long or short, I would have emptied my bank in less than 4 hours. By the way, my biggest disappointment of the day was missing out on a pair of shoes. I went to the same shoe shop 3 times and tried 3 different pairs of shoes on 2 different days and they never had my size. How can I not have shoes??? I'm stressed out. The sales girl had to calm me down by asking to leave my name and number down so they can contact me when the sizes come in. Oh how I dislike my small boney feet! I need shoes to balance the day's expenses. Despite the shoe setback, I would have to conclude that shopping did manage to calm me down a big deal. I felt happy with my new babies and am still dying to go out and grab more. I hate to admit it but age it seems, has finally caught up with me. I'm bathing in the joys of Retail Therapy, something that I've never been infected with before. Am I considered a true woman now? Should I be proud of it? By the way, why have they not called me regarding the shoes yet?