So, I love shopping. Love. It. Which...is sometimes a problem seeing as how I am living off of a teacher's salary. Because of this problem I have learned the art of the compromise. While I literally break out into a sweat at the sight of a great pair of designer shoes (not kidding, like, a literal sweat. I have to blot my forehead. It is not pretty.); I also feel as though I've won the lottery when I find a fabulous vintage piece or pencil skirt at Goodwill. I feel like at this point the natural follow up would be "and then I don't feel so bad when my 5 year olds decide my pencil skirt is their painting napkin. I only paid $3.00 for it". Buuuuut, I do. I do care. I care a lot. I should probably not form an emotional attatchment to my wardrobe. This is not healthy. ::rereading that last sentence...bursting out laughing:: Who am I kidding!? I will always have a emotional attachment to my clothes! I still have my 198o's World's Fair shirt! I wear it with snug pride.