Christmas rant 1

November 28th 2012

So as you all know by the millions of commercials and annoying mall carolers it is almost christmas time. Which means.... DUN DUN DUHHHHH
It is officially okay for me to spend money on wants... sort of. Yes I  realize I am rationalizing being a shopaholic.

Well let me begin by ranting. We can get to fashion in a little bit:
This is the absolute hardest time of the year for those suffering from shopoholism. Why?  Every where you look things are screaming "buy me! buy me!"  and you are having to avoid eye contact and try to tune them out. Every where you look some thing is advertising the latest product "Oh My God a coffee maker, toaster over, and fryer all in one?! who does that?!" to "cashmere sweater" something is trying to make you purchase it. For people with little will power, me, it is so hard to walk away. I buy more random crap that I really do not need this time of year than any other. Plus the fact if you do not have a significant other this time of year it makes you even more sad which in turn makes you buy even more stuff but whatever. I mean it's not like you couldn't have a significant other. Or you did at one point but they "suck at relationships." Let me fill you in on a little secret: flowers. Just buy the freaking person flowers! Is it seriously that hard? Seriously?! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!

Woah.
Where did that come from? I mean what?!
Uhhh this is kind of awkard now. I'll just get back into the Christmas rant...

Back to the whole marketers are evil rant, even though I am in business school as a marketing major, EVIL. On top of  them adding amazing signage and promotions everywhere they add sparkles and glitter EVERYWHERE. This does not help shopoholics because we absolutely love shiny and sparkly things. I guess in that sense we are kind of like raccoons but it is okay because they are adorable little fuzzy beings and one day I plan to own one even though my mom says it will try to eat me. Back to sparkles, they are EVERYWHERE. The other day I bought a $12 nail polish just because it was glittery and beautiful.

End of story. This time of year sucks for my mental state and my banking account.

Fashion after a very short summery of why I hate this time of year.
Today I have learned the art of looking in your closet. I found this really pretty garnet anthropologie skirt that I have had for god knows how long and I pulled it out. To be completely frank I bought this skirt on a whim and have never worn it but now that I have started this blog I am determined to spend less and work with what I've got. In a matter of ten minutes I found a shirt, bracelet, AND belt that paired perfectly with it. Granted I just bought the shirt at the begging of the fall season but whatever they pair perfectly together. See simple. I need to work with what I've got. I was doing really well. I went to class and was feeling really confident and happy with what I had accomplished when suddenly...

30% off J.Crew or 25% when you spend $150 or more.

DAMN DAMN DAMMIT!

Why J.Crew?! Why would you do this to me?? I have been doing so well! I haven't bought anything from you in a week and now this! How could you betray me so?! I really do think those marketers specifically have it out for me. "Oh so Mevy has not bought anything from us in a week? This needs to change. BAMN 30% off sale." Again, DAMN. My phone is sitting right next to me and I am trying so hard not to stalk the website so I am furiously pounding on the keyboard for a distraction. In reality I probably look like a crazed lunatic but it is almost finals on campus so people probably think I am just one of those that crack under pressure (which isn't true. I actually strive!), My obsession is trying to get the better of me but I refuse to let it. My palms are starting to sweat and my ability to make decisions is getting more and more skewed. And they just sent me another email on my student address. Man they are really making this difficult.Okay just one peak at the website. I mean one peak can't hurt right?!

Wrong.
So incredibly wrong.