Stylish with Substance

You take a girl's credit card, threaten her with having to move back in with the parents. And maybe actually give her the hope of happiness in love - but just be good, girl! Also needed are good teachers and lessons. And then well, she can grow. But you give that girl a new stable home, the hope of more credit and wahoo, slowly-increasing 0s on her paychecks ... and well.

Hey, I'm Ella. And I have a problem.

But that's OK! I have it mostly under control. I know I can't stop any time, and I can admit I have this problem. And that means I can shop ... Yes, I wrote "can't stop". No, I didn't say "I can stop", that's "shop". Gosh I could almost fill a blog with gushy stories of how I just wantwantwant COACH, Miu Mius, Louboutins, Calvin Kleins, Badgely Mischkas, Manolos ... as if those were to truly save my life and not just make my day. But just like how it's not just "stuff" - don't say that! It's, well, not just *about* the stuff.

It's the rush. And it's how shopping is a powerfully-healing drug. Addiction.

I don't want to stop, just slow down. Care to take a ride with me?