This is a woeful tale. One of a young woman's struggle to stabilise her finances and control consumerist impulses. It doesn't end well...
Let me get down to the bones of this story. It's about online shopping. Now, shopping at the mall is a different kettle of fish compared to shopping online. At the mall you can physically will yourself not to shop by walking away, putting that item down, leaving your money safe in your bag, but online shopping is more subtle. You don't see the physical exchange of money and it's all done in the comfort of your own home. You've barely have to lift a finger but managed to spend hundreds of dollars.
I don't know why I never cease to be amazed when my credit card statement comes in the mail and I've spent way more than I've intended.
Of course, I won't stop it. I love having access to a world of items that aren't found in my local burrows. I'll always have shoes and clothes and bags, or whatever that are unique without the expense of an overseas holiday. How humorous the ironies of being a woman!
Love, Imogen xx