Why do I love to shop? Well, I love nice things, I love clothes...oh, who am I fooling??!! I love to spend money and I enjoy the thrill of having new things in my cupboard that I actually couldn't really entirely afford. Yes. Sad, but true.
Why do I love magazines? I suppose I'm a bit of a glamour-puss and a total kugel. Yes. Oh, and it ties in with my love of reading. I'll reading anything except soppy romances and science-fiction.
Why do I love to write? Well, I'm not a very big talker (although msny would disagree), yet I have a serious gossip-monger inside of me impatiently waiting to escape. It can't and mustn't happen, so my outlet is writing. Read it, don't read it. Do I care? Not at all. Sorry for you, but this blog isn't about you, it's about me. That said, popularity wouldn't be a bad thing. I have a million, trillion stories in my head and in my heart, and you get to read about them all. Or not.
So let's get down to the real business at hand...
You've gotta love it. No, really! A brand new mall, a wallet full of notes and a head full of specials from the numerous magazines to which I am addicted. This is heaven for me. So what do I do, I go to the Chinese shop :) and buy a pair of shoes that I'm sorry I bought. That's the one thing about impulse buying. They are extremly pointy (as are at least 60% of my shoes) and black (as are 100% of my shoes) with very thin high heels (80% of my shoes). They look like cockroach killers, they make people stare and they are truly uncomfortable. Yes, at some point I also thought that these were pre-requisites for the perfect shoe, but after wearing them all day with a grimace on my face and bleeding blisters on my toes, I changed my mind.

Til next time, shop like it's going out of fashion! Enjoy!
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