The Cart Runneth Over

An addendum to my treatise on the taxonomy of shopping: Let it be known that sale shopping is like eating when you’re not even hungry. Call it binge buying. And whether you purge (i.e. make mass returns) or not, even a 12-step program may not be enough to save you.

Case in point: When I got back from the long weekend my mail box was filled with postcards from Saks, Neimans, Barneys et al, promising extreme markdowns! Designer deals! I was so busy on Tuesday that I didn’t even have time to think about doing pre-sell, so yesterday when the reminder emails popped in my Inbox, my heart stopped. How could I have not been on these sites at midnight when the markdowns took effect? Had I lost my edge? I was so disappointed in myself!

So what could I do to redeem myself? Shop, shop, shop! Forget any organized list of well-reasoned out priorities. It was every woman for herself! First I skimmed (I would say “grazed” but that would imply that I wasn’t properly filled with a sense of urgency, and that would simply be wrong) the store websites and two-fisted everything in my size into my shopping cart:

Chloe silver python heels? Check.

Bottega Veneta kiltie open-toe slingbacks? I’ll take ‘em.

Gold Jimmy Choo tote? Why the heck not?

And that was just the appetizer course. Then I had to run over to Bergdorf’s to stuff my insatiable maw with more, more, more.

Remember these gold Jimmy Choos I bought last month? Yup, got another pair in silver.

And these linen Prada wedges? Bought a variation from the same collection — they’re slingbacks. The snakeskin’s pinkish. They’re different… ish.

Need? No. Want? Yes. Must consume? Hell yeah! Now pass the mules!

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