Yesterday – right after work and minutes before my hair appointment – I stepped into Nordstrom Rack.
My hair dresser’s business is in the same lot, and my God is that dangerous for a previous shopping addict. I say previous because I’m quitting – I hope. I’m currently in shopper addiction class in my own head. I’m my own teacher, and let me just tell you – it can be pretty tough to teach yourself to stop something cold turkey.
Walking around the store, I saw nothing that I loved, then I walked by the shoes. I contemplated walking by them, knowing that I didn’t need any. I thought it through thoroughly.
Don’t do it, you have so many.
Maybe just walk by, just look. You don’t need them but you can’t leave without looking, that’s dumb.
Then I saw them. White and tan sandals, very simple with a tan little knot on the top of the white strap to add just enough eye candy. They’d go with anything, only one pair left. I have them in black, but the white. Ah, the white!
Simple sandals size: 6.
My size: 6.
Try them on. They probably don’t even fit right.
Fit: like a glove times ten – perfect.
Look at the price. If they’re too much, you won’t even want to buy them anymore. Price can be a huge turnoff.
25 dollars? I mean, a simple sandal, yes, but that’s a steal. How do you not take them home to add some love to your shoe collection?
My hands got sweaty, my face looking at the sandals then back at the door to leave, my feet moving towards the exit then back to face the eye candy, my body pacing.
That, my friends, is the result of a shopping addict seeing the drug – the perfect item to add to their already filled closet.
I put the sandals back in their boxed up home, shoved them in the shelf they were displayed on – screaming at you so desperately to buy them, and I walked (very fast) out of the store. I didn’t look back, didn’t stop at the jewelry, just walked. A panicked walk. A walk I am so not used to doing.
I got in my car to go to my appointment and I thought about the shoes. I thought about them on the car ride home, in bed that night, the next morning, I even brought them up to BA to see if he’d have any sympathy.
Good job bug, you’re 25 dollars richer!
I didn’t feel richer. But, I don’t think I was supposed to. I think that’s the entire point, right? To feel down and then after 24 hours when the time has passed and the shoes have faded a little bit in your mind, you feel like an ex-shopper PRO, whether it was 5 dollars or 100. I’m breaking a bad habit, one that I’m passionately obsessed with, and the high of buying too many things is gone. Sooner or later, once I see my bank account without all of the stores from that week listed in a row, maybe the high will come back in a different version. Maybe my high will be shopping again, with a higher high and less visits.
On my way to acupuncture the next morning, stopped at a red light, a girl riding her bike stopped next to my car. She had on the sandals.
I did a double take, making sure they were the same ones I was about to buy, then stared at them until the light turned green.
They’re cute, but I’m 25 dollars richer.
P.S. – Jameson loved this shoot and wouldn’t move out of the cameras way.
Also P.S. – I couldn’t find the sandals online to link it for you guys – which is probably a good thing.