My sister(cousin) and I, rushed out for some last minute shopping (like we always do). We had planned to replace at least half of my mom’s wardrobe ‘coz believe me she needed it! The last time she shopped for herself was ummm.. an year ago… I think. Most young girls follow after their mothers when it comes to fashion. The first time raiding of mom’s closet when you were ten, the first time you smeared her lipstick all over when you were eight, the times when you sift through her wardrobe for something ‘new’ to wear which you later
steal borrow. Unfortunately that’s never happened with me.
My mom’s the exact opposite of me. Doesn’t care about clothes, dressing up, fashion or makeup. I haven’t once seen her have an itch to shop (gasp!).
So I seriously have no idea where I got this shop-a-holic gene from. Must be one of my aunts *Hmmm*
So there we were, buying stuff for my mom, when we (me and sis) were hit by a sudden urge to check out a new place (where we knew we’d find more stuff for ourselves than mom). You know how it is when your feet get a life of their own? They literally drag you out, make you walk to the car, and push down the gas pedal and they break only when you reach that destination? Never happened to you? Weird.
That’s what happened. My feet took me there. Well I used my hands too… and followed my heart. But not my brain. So we ended up shopping, but I did use my brain in the end – which looked at the pile of clothes in my hands that I was about to buy and informed me that my account balance would very easily reach zero and then plummet down into minus if I was planning to buy ALL those things.
After a long internal battle, and a battle with my sis who was busy piling on clothes for herself and at the same time giving horrified looks at my pile, I decided I had to stop. The excuse of ‘Its-my-mom’s-birthday-so-I-need-new-stuff-too’ worked like a charm till I was fourteen. I wasn’t really sure it was going to work this time. So no more malls for me. No more streets for me. No more boutiques and cute-shops-at-the-corner-of-the-street for me. I might as well lock myself in my room and put bars across the window so that I don’t escape. You guys I’ve created a monster here.