I'm Roanne

It’s been weeks since I last posted here. Of course, call of duty first (insert work here) before anything else! Anyway, I’ve never mentioned this on my blog (and ironically mentioned my shopping list here), but I’ve been on shopping hiatus for months. Would you believe it?!?

I’m trying to control my spending habits and shopping sprees. I’d say, I was successful then. I was able to manage not to buy impulsively, nor buy things I don’t really need at all. In return, I was able to save a little…until I blew it all away!

Yes, I’m guilty. I’m Rebecca Bloomwood personified. I’m a manic shopper, or what you call as “shopaholic.” Retail therapy is one of my hedonistic thrills in life–be it food, makeup, skincare or fashion. It’s sad, I know.

So here comes another opportunity to throw away thousands of pesos for bits and pieces. My impish shopping urge usually comes when there’s an impending travel. How about blowing away Php 20-30k for a trip to Europe? And, that’s just BEFORE the trip! Now, I’ve just shredded out around Php 15k for an upcoming beach trip! This is hopeless.

It may sound measly to some of you. But, for a poor yuppie like me, it really is a LOT!

 

Hello there Ecstasy! Welcome your Guilt.

Of course, I’m not gonna deny that there’s this addictive feeling of elation whenever I go shopping. It makes me hanker for more and more. The possibilities are endless. Media exacerbates the situation. So, I now declare Preview, Cosmopolitan, Harper’s Bazaar and Vogue evil! But, who am I to blame? I’ve been a fashion-centric myself since high school days (when I could hardly afford whatever I see in magazines).

To think, I’m feeling guilty on those days when I had shopped impulsively. My depression just leads me to another graveyard. I’m just thankful today that I can at least afford to allot more budget for shopping, and at the same time, allot something for utilities, bills and my family. I’m quite happy to tell you I’ve just resisted on getting that nice pair of Fendi sunglasses for this month–’coz I’m keen that next month, it’s gonna haunt me! I’m just guilty of buying a pair of step-ins and bikini a while ago. Also, I’ve just purchased at least 10 pieces of clothing coming from Tokyo! But heck, I just treat them as my “investments”.

So why the heck am I in certain disillusionment that everything I buy is an investment? Fret not, ‘coz my hoarding ends HERE. I’ve had enough guilt for the past few years that I’m now more in control of myself. And, I promise this to you, no more shopping sprees in Boracay come next week! Just lots and lots of pictures and adventures!

P.S. I’m looking for someone good in financial management. I’m in dire need of your suggestions!