Okay, so here’s the deal. Whenever I’m in Italy, I’m not a shopaholic. I go, I buy what I need, and I’m usually pretty good at it. I’m always able to find the one thing I need in the store, the one I absolutely wanted and had seen on magazines, tv, the girl next door blablabla. But when I go to the States, there is no cash limit that can stop me. I buy, buy, buy, until nothing fits in my suitcase anymore and I am forced to either ship it (thank you Alayne, by the way <3) or wear four hundred layers.
Other than that, I don’t go shopping often. Maybe once a month, twice tops. These past few days at home seriously must have gone to my head, because I woke up this morning with and extreme shopping craving. I need to shop. Even online, but I need to do it. Almost like it’s a substance I can’t survive the morning without. Is this what it feels like to be a shopaholic? Mind you, I love it. Every sparkly dress on asos.com or polyvore is exciting, inspirng, and I want it.
Oh lordy, what am I gonna do.
