I Should Go Back to Eating Chocolate. It’s Cheaper

I did some major damage to my bank balance during the past couple of months. All major boutiques held end of the season sales in the middle of the season, for some unknown reason.

This summer was all about divinely beautiful tops in every imaginable pastel colour and flowing skirts. Gorgeously feminine looking stuff that would make even Cruela De Vil looks soft. I think I went a bit crazy and bought a large quantity of clothing, among them four tops of the same design in different colours because I couldn’t decide which colour to buy as they were all gorgeous. 

I didn’t calculate the damage, I don’t want to know. Yes, spoken like the true economist that I am.

After all that I lost weight and now the pants and skirts are a bit loose at the waist, one of which keeps falling down when I walk. But that’s ok, all I have to do is eat a bit more, and they’ll fit snugly.  Food down the hatch is a better option for the bank balance than going and damaging it further with new clothes to fit.

Being fully aware and alert to my failings I committed the same crime again today. I had a lunch date with a friend and since I went to town an hour or so to spare, I wandered around shops and found some more sales and went on a mini spree. Not as much as before if that’s any consolation..still… I know I shouldn’t have. The difference this time is I regretted buying afterwards. Though I must say the few tops and the pair of pants are exquisite.

One of the tops is guava colour in a cut and fit to die for,–beats me why it’s called guava as it is more like a delicious shade of watermelon, perhaps the inside of the guava – anyway, there was a white one of the same design for half price. I mentioned to the salesperson that I just love the cut and fit of the guava top and will think about the white one over lunch and added “you can’t go wrong with white in your wardrobe, can you?” She said “I’ll see you after lunch then”  

 

I should take comfort in my willpower, however flimsy that maybe – I didn’t go back after lunch. However, since returning home and while writing this I am regretful for the lost white one. Maybe it will still be there on Monday.

When I told of my obsession with clothes (or weakness –depending how you look at it) to my dear friend she said “you do know, a fool and his money soon parts, don’t you?” I would like to think, the need to look good is not a obsession. Or could it become an obsession? hmm….

Normally…….usually…… generally…. I am more astute with money. I am not a fool but I do have weaknesses.     :  (

I think I need help here.