Retail Therapy

Retail therapy! A comfort word for many, I'm sure.

I indulged in some today. Well, I needed some new clothes but surely I didn't need to buy 3 colours of the same design? Or 2 black skirts with different pleats; albeit only marginally different? Or another crisp white blouse when there are already 3 nice ones hanging in the closet?

Why do women spend money on something that gets stashed to the bottom of their wardrobe? I believe it's psychological because when we horde inanimate objects, we feel in control. We choose them, we buy them; whether we eventually wear them or not is our own prerogative.

Actually, I hadn't shopped in a long while. It has been work and home the past few months that today's shopping experience was an immense pleasure bordering on relief. I consoled myself that I wasn't buying high-end stuff that costs a cool 4-figure a piece. No, not even in the 3-figure. region. I wasn't going into a frenzy over shoes and bags like most of my friends would. I was just sprucing up my pretty-dated wardrobe. Besides, I was contributing to the country's economy.

Yeah right.

Whatever excuses I managed to dredge up, I certainly felt happy re-organising my wardrobe this afternoon.....into colours, lengths , occasions and frequency. If only everything else in life were so easy to categorise and compartmentalise.