I have recently become addicted to clothes shopping. Something that, for as long as I can remember I have hated with a visceral passion is now something I love with an almost serial killer-like obsession and intensity. I stalk pretty little indie dresses like a lioness stalks her prey, every pretty little necklace I find is a triumph only comparable to how the big game hunters must have felt.

And don’t get me started on cute boots.

How did this happen? How could I have suddenly changed my tune so completely to the point where I will impulsively tell my friends about this fun new thing that I love to do? How can I possibly have the money as a recent college graduate who, for the time being, is saving up whatever earnings she can gather in order to make the move to California in the fall? (However, to quote Alton Brown…that’s another blog.) Well, that’s an easy answer.

I am addicted to online wishlists. I love going to websites and picking out things that I absolutely love, that I absolutely can’t afford right now, and constructing a fake cart that will probably never be purchased. I love it. I love it to pieces.

Having found a way to capture the high of shopping without the stress of a hemorhagging bank account or the pain of having to try clothing on, I find myself thrilled about my online wishlists. I impulsively tell people about my new treasures, my new favorite hobby, in the hopes that maybe they will also start, also find as much joy in it as I do.

Do any of the clothes in my hypothetical closet fit? Who knows! That’s not what it’s about! I have become addicted to the feeling of having something without the hassle of maintaining it, and I’m not going to stop anytime soon!

One day, I might purchase something off of my bottomless shopping cart of dreams, until then, I’ll keep fake shopping, and you should too!