It's official, the retail bug has bit me. I am in serious need of retail therapy. I blame it all on the stupid fashion magazines that I pass in the check-out aisle at the grocery store. They have beautiful, skinny models layered in tights, dresses, sweaters, and the baddest boots of the season. Why must they torture me like this?
Last night I found myself flipping through Harper's Bazaar. Boy, that was a big mistake! Who knew Jimmy Choo will be available at H&M next month? Who knew that Express had those cute bracelets? Dumb magazines! Now I feel the need to fly to New York to go on a major shopping spree. There is a little problem though, I'm BROKE!
Next goal: Win the lottery!!