Memories of Shopping

When it comes to shopping habits, I have a healthy dose of my mother's shopaholic tendencies, as well as my father's spend thrift. However, this leaves me as a "guilt shopper". I won't buy anything for myself for month's on end, and then in one day, spend half a paycheck. Guiltily.

When my mom would run out of closet space (and she had the majority of my parent's walk-in closet, my father's summer suit's from the 70's and his collection of birthday-and-christmas-present won ties were eclipsed by her collection of sweaters, cocktail dresses, paint-suits, resort wear and the mountain of shoes and purses that rose from the pit of the room), she would buy my sister and myself clothing. I remember a specific outing in which she bought my sister and I matching wardrobes from The Limited: Skirts, shirts, sweater vests, sorts, sunglasses.. the whole nine yards. However, what she didn't account for was that my sister and I were deep in the middle of our "Sk8er" phase, and didn't care much for the periwinkle and yellow pallet of the mid-90's teenibopper clothes. While my sister returned her clothes in favor of a pair of JNCO jeans, I kept mine and integrated them into my wardrobe. I was wholey perplexed by the fact that she would spend so much money on stuff that my sister and I hadn't asked for.. although what I would give for it now.

Now, I haven't purchased myself clothes in months, but I find myself buying outfit after outfit for Jack. Needless to say, he is better dressed than I. But what can I say.. I get it now. Guiltfree.