Retail Therapy

I'd always found it funny when women I know told me just how much fun it was shopping and the pleasure it brought to them. I'd seen my friends go wild buying stuff, needed or not, it didn't matter. all i ever understood was they enjoyed spending Mulah. I did too but on things that made sense to me.Oh! don't get me wrong i bet the shopping spree made sense to them too somehow it never did to me.



But that was back then.




Things have changed now... Yesterday evening while still working on a Contract that needed to be sent out to the Client by EOD I found my thoughts drifting to good ol Khan Market. I couldn't help myself ... I had to, had to go shop... I bet my friend and colleague can vouch that my behavior was that of a spoilt brat last evening who had to have her way or else would be sulking away the entire week.

So I did what I have always done when the whim and fancies strike me.... go shop...I made sure I got Sub to go with me so that I could pick something for her birthday. It was funny that she didn't have a clue that the stuff was for her. 

New Flash... Retail Therapy Rox... Here are a few lessons I've come to fathom bout RT -

Elevates your soul
Cuts Calories (You Walk)
Makes you realise ur Size
Don't have to always buy stuff
Time to catchup with friends
Checkout whts new
Get some sun

I'm gonna get some RT over the weekend again...

Until next time... :)

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