Retail Therapy

So my life is pretty much an open book. I have never had the knack for lying (although I have been known to pull off the occasional prank) nor do I have a poker face. Anyone who knows me is well aware that when I really like something, like my birthday for instance, I give it all I got. I am very passionate (some people would use the word obsessed) about several things. One of which is shopping. I have and will always love to shop. I like to refer to it as retail therapy. When I have one of those days where the kids are pushing me to the brink and I feel like I am going to do something drastic that may land me in the clink all I have to do is hop in the Whitesel Wagon ( my beloved mini van) and head off to Target. An hour or two later and a new purse or pair of shoes and all is well with the world again. Its amazing how this kind of therapy works. I swear this is true. There are many levels to this therapy. If I am having a particularly bad week, Target just wont do. In that case it is simply necessary to get dolled up and head off to Easton. I firmly believe that they pump a special kind of oxygen in that place because as soon as those buildings are in my sights I start to feel lighter and I smile like I won first prize in a contest. You can verify this with the frog. I can be in a terrible mood then head off to Easton. Several hours later I come home and nothing can bring me off of my cloud.

Now there are certain things that I am passionate about buying. Purses are very important to me and its a big deal when I set off to buy one. I cant just go into a store willy nilly and pick out any old handbag. For example, last weekend was my five year anniversary. The frog and I spent a wonderful (as if its possible to not be anything but) evening at Easton where we shopped and ate at the Cheesecake Factory. I decided that my anniversary gift to myself would be a new purse. I hadn't bought a new once since December (my birthday gift to myself-see the pattern) and I was well overdue. I went to Macys where I knew I would have plenty of purses to choose from. After 20 or so minutes of looking at, looking in, and putting on my shoulder I found the right bag. I felt like a million bucks afterward and was happy to do whatever the frog wanted to do after that (this was also the case after I talked the Frog into buying me a bracelet at Tiffanys a few years ago. I am pretty easy to please.).

I also enjoy buying makeup, nail polish, and shoes. Well, actually buying just about anything makes me happy. I should say that makeup and body products make me extra happy. The people who started the Sephora stores should be given some kind of metal. They have brought many happy times to my life so far. What a great variety of beauty products. OPI nail polish is so fun. I am totally the sucker who falls for the gimmicks and the quirky names make my day. I am currently looking for Pompeii Purple. Very fun summer color. What women doesnt love to buy shoes. I think its in our DNA.

FYI- Do not ask the Frog his opinion of my shopping habit. Needless to say, he does not feel the same way I do. In my defense, its not like I am passionate about something illegal. It could be alot worse! Lets just leave it at that shall we?