SALE. It's fascinating how much joy that one word can ilicit. I know that when I see it, my heart begins to pound, my palms get sweaty, my eyes get bigger, and a feeling of excitement courses through my veins until I can lay hands on a new piece of lovely clothing. So that might be a slight exaggeration, but it's kind of intriguing how slight that exaggeration really is. As a mostly reformed shopaholic, I actually adore the word sale, and all that it is connected to. New stuff, mostly. I like buying new stuff. And I really do like the process of buying it, not just the owning of it. Taking the new skirt home is nice, but digging through racks and racks to see if you can find that special something, then laying eyes, on the one print or fabric that catches your eye or your fingertips, taking it to the fitting room... bliss. Utter bliss.
Manhattan, New York City, New York, USA
