Debate, Debate, Debate

I don't debate the big stuff the earth shattering issues of life, love, pain and sorrow. Those mind boggling  moments I leave to others. 

I go for the real stuff. Should I get one or two  or maybe no pairs of Marni boots this Fall.  No is the wisest answer but I don't stop there.  I fixate and fill online shopping carts hoping the inspiration of that will fatten my bank account.  I return to the scene of the crime so to speak, the cart ,(I refill it if need be)  the store ,the catalog, the magazine. Pros and cons swirling in my mind. Yes? No? Maybe so?  Why? Why not?  How do I expect to be hip and happening if I don't have these pieces. How can I write a fashion blog  if I'm not fashioned out. Once again that piece or this one will make all the difference in my life, I think.  Seriously.  And the famous : I'll never ask for anything else is another debating tactic in my arsenal.

I pace. I review. I give myself a few days.  Contemplating.  The interior debate continues ad nauseum.  If by then I feel the same way....blah blah.  Etc etc. And on it goes until some decision is made and probably with it the   momentary guilt of living with the decision. Who knows how it will all end.  Usually ends followed by another such obsession.  These are the shallow debates of fashion that sometimes fill hours of my day.  At least I'll be well dressed when it comes to debating those big issues with friends I think.  Shallow is the thought that follows.  Well. Ok. But then again a well dressed girl with cute booties can debate the big issues. She'll just happen to look good doing it. And then the credit card comes out of the wallet. Sometimes it has a life of it's own. Seriously.