Surrounded by unopened bags, the true extent of Mia’s shopping habit lay in front of her. Unworn, unused tops, trousers, dresses, jacket, handbags, shoes and more.
“What am I to do?” she wailed. Her home had no more room and her wallet no more money to spare.
But shopping was addictive – the thrill of the new and the immediate an unbeatable high that she needed more and more.
If a plea was particularly plaintive, the universe sometimes stepped in. A lightbulb moment.
“I know! I’ll become a personal shopper. That way, I spend thousands – it just isn’t my money.”
“What am I to do?” she wailed. Her home had no more room and her wallet no more money to spare.
But shopping was addictive – the thrill of the new and the immediate an unbeatable high that she needed more and more.
If a plea was particularly plaintive, the universe sometimes stepped in. A lightbulb moment.
“I know! I’ll become a personal shopper. That way, I spend thousands – it just isn’t my money.”
