Saturday, December 13, 2003
Sab and I went shopping today. The result: We each make up one-half of a pair who demonstrates fervent shopping behavior. Yet like any other, we too display imperfection in our art. Stamina and indecisiveness do not contribute to the qualities of an excellent shopaholic, as I have realized today. We hesitated, we found clothes we like yet could find fault with, we went to three different branch locations of the same brandname, and we did all of the above non-stop. I emerged later in the night, victorious, a camisole and a handbag in hand. And not forgetting pricking guilt.
