A Shopping Addiction: the bad part of wanting to be in constant flux

Q: Can I make this blazer work? A: Barely...

I've not written about this before, and honestly, I've only recently come to understand it myself. A friend and I were discussing last night why I just cannot seem to get out of my overdraft: clothes. It's as simple as that, I love clothes too much. This then made me wonder: where does this thirst for newness come from in terms of clothing? Partly consumerism, no doubt. But I believe the root is in my deep need for change, for vitality and vibrancy, and for the ability to be someone who I am not yet but might one day be.

It's difficult because I do not want to stop buying clothing. But I know I must. My bank balance silently laments at its minus figure, induced by the addiction (dare I call it that?) to change. I have come to the conclusion that I want to be someone else but me.

On this blog, I've celebrated 'the chameleon' but it, as with most things, comes with a downside. I am permanently poor and it is time to change this. Let this be my declaration that things need to change. Let me be accountable to this post (God knows I need it).

Are you guys overly fond of shopping? How can you curb the urge?

(also sorry for the brevity of this post, I'm still not well unfortunately and am struggling to human. Have some photos instead!)

A charity shop turtleneck (the best kind of turtlenecks!)

I wrote some poetry at this bench, incidentally it was awful.

I found this shirt at my parents' house and I'm in love again!

A bloody beautiful coffee!

The doorstep of dreams...

Last purchase of the season.

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