I’m a good little shopper. I can do it till the cows come home much to my mom’s dismay. Although, I suffer a mean case of shopper’s remorse. Obviously, not mean enough to persuade me to stop shopping… It’s a personal given that the tags stay on the item until I’m absolutely sure I want to wear it. When I have my “wtf, why did I buy that?!?!?!?!?” moment, then back to the store it goes. Returning things is a bloody nightmare, especially Topshop, that store hates me sometimes.
I’m an impulse purchaser with a terrible case of shopper’s remorse. This bag, a floral Topshop dress (because, when the heck do I ever where florals?) and these damn hairbands that are now missing half the jewels. All victims of seeming like a good idea at the time, but really are not for me. I’m just a proverbial pain in my own butt!