#26 When The Clothes Don’t Fit, Buy Books To Read

I love clothes. I really do. Cashmere, ruching, bootcut, monochrome, sequins, and hemlines that skim over the knees. But I could almost never find clothes that fit me just the way I want them to. It’s either the colour, the feel of the fabric or the way it doesn’t hug my skinny bitch waist snugly. And I swear, looking for something that I really want to bring home and that I can afford on my measly allowance is as easy as finding Mr. Perfect in a sea of mismatched personalities.

But I’m itching to buy something. Retail therapy takes on a whole new meaning when you don’t have steam to blow off from that last awkward encounter with Mr. Probably Right, or angsty emotions to kill from crushing on your already-attached best friend, or that you were ticked off at work by your apparently-not-so-brilliant boss. You just want to buy something, for reasons unknown. And when that happens, I find my feet steering in the direction of Borders, and then I buy something I like and live happily ever after for a few weeks with it…or until the right dress comes along.