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I was rushing around picking up supplies for projects on the weekend and I happened to glance quickly at the Tommy Hilfiger Outlet window. On a Saturday, when it's full on bedlam in an outlet mall I am not prone to making pit stops however this little sequined mini skirt yanked me in by my Peter Pan collar. I've had my eyes on a sequined skirt after seeing Emily wearing a maxi version in the Bachelorette and mini versions on Serena Saga.

This sale skirt was going to test my true shopping grit. I had to stand in line for the fitting room for a good 5-10 minutes behind a huge smelly guy. The fitting rooms looked and smelled like garbage bins. There was a problem because the skirt seemed to have pulls in it, but the clerk said I could get an extra 10% off the 70% it was already reduced by so I went out and elbowed my way into locating a size 4. Thinking the worst of it was over I made my way to stand in line to pay with 20 other people. As I was getting my extra 10% discount rung through a kid in line with his Mom Linda Blair projectile vomited everywhere. Instantantiously a large area in the store cleared and opened up the around the barf like a taped off police scene. The Mother didn't do anything and the poor kid just stood there looking down at his work of art. She didn't even leave. Nope she was more determined than I was to get those Tommy Hilfiger items on sale. I felt bad for the kid. All she said was, "when he drinks too much pop he throws up". Hmmm….might there be a lesson to be learned in there somewhere lady.

I don't do well with smells. Like at all. Perfume bothers me. Puke, well you can imagine. I was breathing thru my mouth and repeating to myself over and over, it's okay, you see nothing, you smell nothing, it smells like spring in here….la la la la la la la la. I was frantically trying to remember my PIN through the waves of nausea that kept hitting me. I think I stopped breathing the last minute while I was waiting for my receipt. I sprinted out of that store and took a gulp of breath. Ah the sweet smell of a Cinnabon…

All of this for a little sequined skirt.

Is this me hitting rock bottom as a shopaholic? Or should I just stick to online shopping?