I have always loved fashion.  Especially shoes.  Of course I was constantly in my mother’s closet playing dress up.  Every night.  Literally – not figuratively – Every. Single. Night.  My mother tells me that I wouldn’t wear pants in Kindergarten – skirts only.  I even remember my first day of school outfit from kindergarten.  A lavender flash dance inspired off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and skirt set with beige cowgirl boots.  Yes, kindergarten.  However, sometimes, I feel a little guilty about how much I Iove fashion and shopping.  It’s that darn Catholic guilt.  Except I’m not Catholic.  

In all seriousness, I like a good luxury item and I’m by no means wealthy so am I perpetuating an unrealistic persona with my love of the finer things?  We are not in debt and I can afford a few nice things here and there but I covet so many things all the time.  Like this.  

I have to have it.  I must have it…  The Louis Vuitton Neverfull.  The stuff of dreams and legends.  It’s a deep desire that makes my stomach hurt.  Sometimes, I’ll make sure to give to charity just to make me feel better about a shopping adventure.  

So is that my answer?  To stave off the guilt, just give more in a philanthropic way?  Or just say screw it!  I’m in a place where I can do for myself and get what I want, so I will!