Let me start by stating, rather emphatically actually, that I do not, as a general rule, like shopping. Period. My sister actually goes to such an extent as to say "oops, look at that! we drove around aimlessly for an hour and wound up in the mall parking lot. Well, seeing as we're here ...." knowing full well that if she had asked if I wanted to go to the mall I would have run from the room. €
That said, this week I have purchased the following:
A Lulu Lemon hoodie
A chocolate brown cashmere sweater from Banana Republic
A pair of jeans
A coat from Banana Republic
Various and sundry cosmetics
oh, and a new laptop.
Why? Because the Sailor is "doing some serious personal counselling" (as mentioned in my previous post) and every time I wanted to see him, I bought something instead. Instant gratification and all. A true example of retail therapy.
Only thing is, though, is that retail therapy, unlike regular therapy, is not covered my extended medical benefits.
I think I might just present him with an invoice for it all. He is the source of my need for the therapy after all.