WHEN A HOBBY BECOMES AN OBSESSION

I like lone shopping so no one can deter my buys and I can take my own sweet time choosing my stuff (til the shops close), and walking from one end to the other end of Orchard Rd. The fact that I go past town from work to home, or that I live two MRT stations away from town definitely plays a big role.

I realised the hobby has become an obsession.

These days, I often feel the need/ urge to go shopping and would reject all appointments just to do that, alone. And yes, the weekly Sunday shopping with mum still carries on.

The convenient excuse of 'I need that' has become an overused one.

Spending hundreds on 16 tops, 3 cardigans, 2 dresses, 1 jacket, some accessories, a gown, 1 clutch and get this, only 2 shoes (at least the bags & shoes obsession has subsided, for the moment) in less than 6 weeks is a problem. I had to free up a drawer and a rack of older clothings to contain them but the next morning, mum brought over some clothes I left at her cupboard previously; clothes I never knew I owned. Now the cupboard and rack are filled.

I snigger when I read of Compulsive Shopping Behaviour but am now thinking if I'm near to that already.

At the moment, I need stop-shopping therapy. I need to start saving money for my holidays. Good friends, please dissuade me when I next say I like something.