I do damage in my dreams. So happy most of it is done there. Otherwise it would be hell. Or I would be in major debt which for a shopper like me would be the same.

In my dreams -daydreams count- I shop with passion. Its two of everything. And then some. It's instant gratification. Total happiness. Each purchase is the one that will change everything and make life sublime. 'I'll never need anything ever again' How many times did I say that. But it never fails. It does. For awhile until the next time, of course. It's somewhat like prayer or chicken soup. Cures whatever ails you. Brings comfort to the soul.

Recently it was a hatbox -so adorable- such a great addition to that one corner in that room that needs it- eyed in a vinatge store on vacation . Or it's the one millioneth gorgeous bag I have to have because it would look so amazing with everything. Bags are my weakness. They're in most of my dreams. I dream big and shop hopefully not as big. But the damage is kept mostly in dreamland. But happy dreams make a happy life. At least a well dressed one. And they are free.