Day 5 of 61

Day 5 of 61: Fashion Torture

In September I always travel to the exotic aisles of ......Borders. This special, annual trip to Borders marks the coming of fall fashion. Each shelf, displaying glossy cover after glossy cover of supermodels and mega celebrities dressed in designer must-haves. I itch to touch the colossal issues, to run my fingers through hundreds of ads, articles, and pictures. I embrace the style advice, and the take note of all the items I "must have!"

Normally, I spend countless hours obsessing over the new colors and silhouettes of each collection and designer. Sometimes I memorize the words on the pages, and circle looks I'm determined to duplicate. Normally, I buy 5 to 6 different colossal issues, and this fall, I've bought 5. On my coffee table, laid out like in a up-scale spa is: Vogue, InStyle, Bazaar, Elle, and Lucky.

Why am I bringing this up? For the obvious of course. I still have 56 days left, and all of fall's must-haves will be sold-out or worn waaaaaay before I can even sniff one. I finished my latest book the other day, and I'm unable to buy a new one. So, that left me with reading one of my magazines, and now I'm sad inside.

Some people love fishing, some people obsess over cars, while others can't go without golf. I love fashion. Fashion has been in my veins my entire adult life (my career), and my addiction has always satisfied my cravings. My love for fashion is no different than ones love for photography or knitting, other than mine is the source of my addiction. So....somehow I am going to have to make it through the two months synonymous with fashion.

To help children of God with developmental disabilities OR wear above-the-knee suede boots, leggings, and a studded motorcycle leather jacket?

I choose Teddy. I can do this. I will do this.

But, I will accept fashion donations? LOL.

Good night,
Discouraged Shopaholic