I recently posted that an impulse purchase of a pair of Botkier leather peep-toe ankle booties sent me into a downward shopping spiral. It’s true. That purchase opened the floodgates and released months of pent-up shopping energy! I was doomed.
Suddenly, no shopping site was off-limits. A bracelet from Gilt Group? Sure! Hey, I had a credit so it cost me nothing! Samsonite luggage from One Kings Lane? Okay! In all honestly, I have been searching for decent luggage for a long time. True story. And hello, it was significantly discounted, so no harm done. Don’t even get me started on the Baby Gap Columbus Day Sale – this purchase driven by my recent layette freak-out. (At least I never buy anything full price!)
Baby Gap Loot
But it didn’t stop there; soon the shopping carried over from the web to the real world. After receiving a Friends & Family 20% off card for Pottery Barn, I decided I needed some autumnal home décor . After all, Damon and I are hosting Thanksgiving this year so our condo needs to be properly outfitted. Right?
My new harvest berry candelholder
Please note two things:
1) Damon is at sea so I am all by my lonesome. This would probably not be occurring if my husband was around to keep me in check. Except for the luggage. Because really, we do need new luggage.
2) I am no psychologist, but I’m pretty sure I am doing anything to avoid addressing the nursery situation. Nursery = Overwhelming Anxiety. Shopping = Control. Redecorating my living room with my new purchases and reorganizing my closet to accommodate new shoes, jewelry, etc. are fantastic distractions from the fact that in about a month I’m going to be responsible for keeping a little person alive.
One thing I am not buying? Clothes. For obvious reasons. In fact, this morning I received another email from one of my former favorite stores, requesting I check my spam filters to ensure I’m receiving their emails – see, I haven’t totally fallen off the wagon! But whereas before I had completely resisted checking the latest fall fashions on my favorite sites, no longer. Now I know everything I’m missing this season. So stay tuned for my fake fall fashion wish list. Because a girl can dream.
