Apparently, in my mind, the best cure for a broken heart is PRETTY THINGS! Mostly of the clothing and accessory variety.
My eyes may be puffy and my nose may be red and long ribbons of snot may be dragging along the ground behind me, BUT GOD DAMN IT, my earrings are shiny and my boots are killer.
I buy pretty things and I drape them across my body and then I, too, look pretty. This (sometimes) leads handsome boys with large egos to talk to me. They say things that are one-part nice to two-parts smart ass, which is apparently close enough to be considered charisma.
I do not like these boys, however, because they make me sad and nervous, and kind of cranky. So instead I go home and cry.
....BUT! (this wasn't supposed to be a depressing entry, I swear) I look ADORABLE. I even smell good! And my hair is as shiny as Judy Garland's in 'Meet Me In St Louis'!
So I cry, but I also admire myself in the mirror, dance to fabulous music, and allow myself to be completely self-indulgent. It's all a part of the healing process.
This, my friends, is how you justify an out-of-control internet shopping habit. I hope it serves you as well as it has served me.
Stuff I have ordered recently....
[all from ASOS and Etsy. Too lazy to find the individual sellers, but let me know if you want links and I'll track them down]
Oh, and remember how I said it's important to smell nice? This is a good place to start....
Fellas, just try to keep your hands off this minxxxxxx.