Retail Therapy: Why it works

I think it’s an understood statement by this point in time that I am not a girly girl. I don’t get up two hours before I have to be at work to make sure I straighten every strand of hair, or make sure my makeup is absolutely perfect. Most of the time I end up using I-75 Southbound as a hair dryer and a clip when I do get to the office. I’ve never been one to really care and I value sleep more than I value looking pretty.

Now, let me be perfectly clear, for the women (or men!) who do participate in two hours of getting ready endeavors, I applaud you! Awesome and more power to you, sister! You do what makes you happy! It’s just not my cup of tea.

I am, however, a big, big fan of retail therapy. A big fan of it. My office mate, God love that woman, always use to laugh when I would go on a big buying frenzy. “Mad at your husband?” shed ask with a smirk on her face. She knows me all too well, and I guess that happens when you sit within a foot of each other for four years. Here’s to you, Buffie! Best office mate ever. But she was right! I would get mad and that was my passive aggressive reaction – I’d spend money. God, there were so many things wrong with that relationship looking back on it, but that’s exactly what I would do. I wouldn’t need anything new, but I’d find some reason to justify why I needed it to myself in order to spend.

He’s gone now. Who am I justifying things to? Myself? Shit. That’s really scary. Today is a prime example of why retail therapy works because it really sucked (see earlier post about high school drama) and after a long day of calming myself down, doing some work, and responding to emails involving weekend plans in Charleston, SC.  and about bringing Seer Suckers and Sundresses, I decided that I wanted to buy a new sundress for the weekend. I’m going to buy the sundress in the link above. So, why does retail therapy work? I think it works because it allows me the time I need to calm down, think about something different and be a little girly. Buying things that are pretty and will hopefully make me feel a little pretty, too, I hope. I think retail therapy works because its something new. Something fresh! Something that hasn’t been tainted with the past and the crap you’re dealing with.

It’s kind of like that saying, “Out with the old, in with the new!”

But the little devil on my right keeps saying, “Sam, who are you justifying this to?” <pssst> “Hey Sam, why are you doing this?” <psst. tap. tap> “Hey, dumbass, why are you really about to go and drop $100 on a dress?”

And I say to the little devil on my right

“because I damn well can.”

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