COPY-PASTE FADS

There is a virus in the editorial office. Not a flu virus, but a disease, that’s for sure. Shopping addiction, to call the beast by its full name. This shopping addiction spreads a bit more during a certain period. Just think of it as autumn and flu, only here it’s called sale. It comes with the same symptoms. You get warm from it, you become a bit short of breath, there can be fog in your head, and afterwards you feel empty. Some fight it with a dose of Net-A-Porter, others take a soothing MyTheresa.

As you know, I just moved to a new casa, so you have to tighten your belt (and not think that you could actually use another belt). That’s why I have a shopping stop. Except for some florals for a wedding or emergency replenishment. By emergency replenishment, I mean my trusty jeans that suddenly seems worn out, but also my bag whose zipper pull (what do you even call that?) is missing. In that last case, I hold back, because I can really wait a bit longer for that bag. Or so I thought…

Only now it’s suddenly like this. Autumn a.k.a. the sale and flu alias shopping addiction. The object of desire in the editorial office varies, you have team bag and team shoe. I’ll drop some names, then you’ll know what’s coming and going. The first Proenza Schouler has arrived, the Dolce & Gabbana is in a certain shopping cart, and the A.P.C. is under mother’s wings. Lil is prancing around in Saint Laurent boots, which she accidentally left outside the door at night. No joke. And I have a shopping stop. When I shouted that Zara finally had a sale, I was reprimanded. Where on earth had I been all this time? Under a rock, with my hand on my wallet. That much is clear.

My mother raised me strictly, no copy-paste fads. You don’t do something just because someone else does it. But I’m struggling. That shopping stop is self-punishment and I seriously think I need the bag, just not right this minute. But man oh man, if the rest does it… Goodness, I would jump into the water with bag and all after them. Now it seems good to develop the discipline that you don’t give in to such things, but I’m afraid that that discipline can be stolen from me.

How come? You cross boundaries more easily when you have a (good) example to follow. Here we go again. I suspect watery practices, no backbone, and overall weakness. Well ladies, you’ll see my child appear soon.