I'm one of those girls that, pardon my language, gets off from shopping.
Metaphorically, of course.
Many of my friends, including my boyfriend, think that my addiction is to spending money.
That's definitely not in.
As a matter of fact, I HATE to spend money.
It physically pains me.
I think I must get that from my dad.
He's quite possibly the cheapest man alive.
He would call it being fiscally responsible and prefers the term "frugal" over "cheap".
Now, although I inherited his cheap spending habits, I did not inherit his ability to save, save, save.
My brothers picked up that gene.
Again, I apologize for my filthy mouth!
Back to the point.
My addiction is to clothes.
Plain and simple.
I get my jollies finding fashionable items for less.
I blog stalk daily admiring all of the fabulous items you gals wear that I will never be able to afford.
Then I head out and try to recreate, or imitate for far less.
That, of course, is not where my fun stops.
Wearing these beauties and remixing items is where the real joy is.
I never feel prettier than when I debut a new pair of heels or a gorgeous top for the first time.
I'm sooo one of those girls though that just doesn't feel as pretty wearing something the second time around.
Hence why my shopping habits are so out of control and why I'm constantly going through my closet removing items that I no longer wear and handing them down to my friends.
All of this being said....I'm going to attempt to put a spending limit on myself for the next few months.
It's just something I'd really like to conquer.
Not to mention - me and the boy are moving in a few months to somewhere a little more spendy, so I'm going to have to learn to control myself.
I'm gonna limit myself to...wait for it....$50 a month!!!!
I'll be sure to keep you all updated on how I'm doing.
I'm definitely nervous!