Spendaholic

At least once a year, almost always in January or February I go a little spend crazy. I don't actually spend money mind you, but I want to spend. I can feel this itch that builds under the skin of my wallet-reaching hand that seems completely irresistible. My mind starts compiling lists of things that I want, all items that seem utterly essential but of course are truthfully utterly frivolous. I can almost convince myself that purchasing things would solve all of my problems. All of them.

This year in an interesting twist, my spending urges have managed to solve a nearly 7 or 8 year dilemma -- my wardrobe. For years, I have not had the clothes that I want. I have every day looked at my wardrobe and thought -- ugh -- before donning a pair of jeans and uniform solid colored long sleeve T or tank depending on season. I have not put together an outfit in at least 6 years, and I have not bought clothes for myself for 2-3 year stretches at a time. Because I have been completely dissolutioned with clothes.

That was before the JCrew catalog arrived yesterday. How did they find me?? I haven't ordered from them for years! I haven't provided them with my new address. How do they know it's my spendaholic phase? And for the first time in at least 2 years, I like what I see and I literally want at least one item on every page. Miraculously, I have looked at those pictures and compiled the perfect wardrobe in my mind of essential items and fun items, not all J Crew but rather I have suddenly just envisioned the perfect items.

Alas -- (1) I won't be buying any clothes on the dole and (2) I'm rather in an expansionary phase, so I will not be investing in any wardrobe staples. I believe my only course of action is to compile a list and begin to save for that post-baby wardrobe.... In which of course I will be miraculously thinner than pre-baby days (a girl can dream, can't she?)