I’m a compulsive spender, I can’t have money in my hands and not spend, i cant have my atm with a fully debited account and not spend. I used to console myself with the fact that mom loves to shop too, i mean she’s the one I’m taking after right? my dreams of her smiling into my eyes and giving me this hug as she praises me on being her daughter indeed by knowing how to shop quickly fades when a look of anger bore out of irritation(more of resignation these days) is directed at me as she says ‘you spend like you’ve got millions stashed somewhere, when would you grow up and be responsible’...well i know i don’t got millions yet(but very soon), i know there’s no hidden trust fund from a rich grandparent, well somewhere at the back of my mind i still hope somehow to discover I’m the daughter to a long lost favorite cousin of Aliko Dangote....
So my habit is not hereditary, or maybe it is but not from mom,cos mom shops with a portion of her head on her shoulders, and besides she earns enough to indulge, and she deserves to spoil herself after going through so much, and her spending isn’t entirely on herself but on her kids and then there’s her sisters too(they just got to have em uniformed laces and stuff), so that doesn’t classify her as careless...but then there’s moms younger sister who i was so close to when growing up, she is such a shopaholic monster, she’d buy a pair of shoes and purse in every color just because…well just because they’re in different colors, then she sees the lace and has to have them all... she’s at oxford street as early as the shops open and there till its so dark,next day its Liverpool looking at laces and hollands. come to think of it, I think we both are kindred spirits, maybe we both take after a great great aunt who loved to trade kola nuts for hair treads or chewing sticks for loin clothes, maybe she was the shopper of their time, always bartering things all day long The only problem is aunty K can afford her excesses and well...bite me i'm always broke.
Why am i talking shopping? Ah...yes. Princessa/prisca/princes/princesa? and a couple of we bloggers decided to attend the carnival together (yes i hung with the celeb herself). Meeting points at the palms mall. As usual I’m earlier then everyone, i think I’ll wait in the car, I’ve avoided the mall for so long, I’m trying to learn how to save, i haven’t been to any atm or gone to the bank in a week, things are working out fine for me except I cant stand waiting in the car, so I walk out and promise myself I’ll just get a couple of books and head back to the car. I get the books head back to the car, but I still don’t feel right, I’m not even excited about the books I just got which is strange (imagine giving candy to a child and she's still sulking), i have to go in again and there it is, at the display window of tiffany amber is a mannequin with a red tee and the word SALE boldly written on it (and that single word rocked my world).
Listen to me, never walk into a STORE when there’s a sale going on, especially an overpriced store with beautiful things in it, because you’d spend more than you will on a non sale day. It’s just a big ploy to make you spend more. So I’m going crazy and thinking to myself how tiffany amber can do a sale without me knowing, I mean what happened to those annoying sms they always send?..., I’m mad at them but I decide to go in. 'I’m just looking' i whisper to myself, knowing quite well its all bluff....Mr Unnaked finally arrives, he saved me from picking two extra dresses as I only had time to try on two from the four I picked. my victory for actually saving is short lived as i wipe out my card and close my eyes as its swiped and my cool cash magically disappears. i bought two over prized unneccessary dresses. *sigh*
The beach was fun, we had such a good good time, I hate to admit that after all the fear of going into the waves, I sort of loved the water, I’ve never gone that close to the water in all my days of chilling at the beach. Although I’m all itchy now, who cares? It was worth it…..
P.S this is a note to unnaked and Tayo Odukoya, I was a proud member of the AA(alcohol anonymous) and unnaked had to jinx that by dragging me into newscafe and taunting me with shots of vodka(ahhh, vodka)…SA(shopping anonymous)if you guys came just a little bit early i never would have shopped, and CS(cosmopolitan anonymous) for two months I held out on reading and buying cosmo mags cos 'who am I practicing all the tips in it with' and I don’t really need a man do I? but the questions from those two of ‘why don’t you have a boyfriend?’ and the look it was said with…jeez that look. Twas enough to send me back to buying cosmopolitan and reading all them articles of 'how the right ones really been there all along'.
suddenly, you guys make me loose belief in myself that I’m cool like that, with who I be and my love for self…I suddenly felt like a pathetic young lady and now I’m back to reading all em’ silly 'how to' articles....and yes a CA too(cooffe anonymous) i've been consuming gallons of coffee, dont know who to blame this on tho.