Sick, Sick, Sick

So for a while back I did that whole FIMTSO series to detox myself from the habit of buying in multiples. I blamed it on the refugee mentality (hoarding for an unpredictable future…albeit for necessities like food rations), the Imelda Marcos curse (because I like rainbows!), and even just pure, unadulterated gluttony.

But this weekend, during a family reunion I watched my cousin’s sonogram of her March 2013 baby and thought: (1) how wonderful technology is that we can so clearly see the baby’s fingers, and (2) it’s totally a maternal (female) thing to want to buy in multiples so that we could share our fashion joys with a mini-me. How else could you explain matching mommy and me outfits…or these terribly adorable yet unpractical child-sized bags?

Sure, I can rationalize that I “need” the large version for work and the smaller rendition for after hours, but let’s face it, it’s sick, sick, sick.

No one in her right mind should duplicate the same bag for any reason (though I know I’m not the only person to do this) but what is it that they say…troubles come in threes? In my case, sick comes in threes…

Admitting I have a problem is the first step to recovery, but I need to confess…I’m still thinking about the ostrich jumbo flap that got away. It sure would have made a nice mommy to my medium flap :D.

September 5, 2012