Hi, my name is B and I'm a shopaholic! Well to be perfectly frank with you I'm in rehab but shhh! Sometimes I don't quite stick to the program but I'm new and I don't know all the rules yet. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
I think it all started when I got my first full time job. That rush of earning your own money and the freedom of being able to blow it all on whatever you want. It was the biggest high I'd ever been on in my life. Unfortunately as you get older and somewhat wiser (or in my case, choosier about which brands you blow your money on) you realise that you can't just spend all your money on designer goods. As much as you'd like to believe you can. You get a REAL job, acquire a partner, gain a companion in the form of a man's best friend, buy property and BOOM....you are an adult!
When in the hell did that happen? Yesterday you were playing in your neighbour's swimming pool and eating fairy floss! It just about knocks the breath out of you when you realise that.
Well anyway, that's how I ended up here. Rehab for shopaholics. Don't worry I do get let out occasionally to snag the odd bargain or two. Speaking of which I did manage to snare a pair of Christian Louboutin Coxinelles for bargain basement price so stay tuned to see them! Just have to sneak them in without the warden seeing them!!
