do you have it in black?

oh hi there.

my name's la nadine, and i'm a shopaholic.

i know this may come as a nipple-twisting shock to some of you on the basis of how incredibly intelligent you must think i am from reading this most prolific of blogs.

but i promise i am kidding you not. i am shopping's bitch. and my master has me whipped good and proper.

"but you seem so far beyond superficiality, la nadine", i know some of you would say to me were we actually having a face-to-face conversation.

"are you, like, totally serious?" i would reply to you, raising one eyebrow and putting my hands on my hips in the style typical of the popular bitchy girls in american teen movies. "like, shut u-up!"

for years now i have been in the grips of an over-bearing obsession, at times unable to afford bread and milk because of those items of clothing i just "could not bear to live without".

what can i say? i get an almost sexual buzz from a new clothing purchase. a 'storegasm', if you please. and when i ain't getting the real thing, i gotta get my jollies somehow.

there was even a time when i dreamt of nought but a new lover every night. a new item of clothing from the label lover that is. not a new hot, naked lover. although they're good too.

but due to financial constraints and a focus on more important issues in my life i have been forced to repress my urges this year, buying only the occasional item and masturbating over new label catalogues.

but on the weekend i went into one of my favourite stores and indulged in some retail therapy. and i swear that it had been so long that there was lady jizz all over than change room floor as i tried on gorgeous thing after gorgeous thing.

and i got to catch up with and stare longingly at miss nikki - the flame-haired shop-assistant and goddess of hotness who works at said shop.

i'm gonna cut to the point now cause this was meant to be a post dedicated to the lovely women whom i have met thanks to my unbridled superficiality. the shop assistants who keep me coming back thanks to their friendly, non-pushy ways and their extreme hotness. but, as usual, i got carried away on a tangent.

so here's to:

margie - whose unyielding sweetness and caring nature kept me coming back to this particular shop so many times that we eventually became great mates and i now consider her one of my closest friends. she also gave me a job when i needed one most. bless her heart.

peta - who works in the same shop as margie and is quite possibly the most beautiful woman i have ever seen in my entire life. i swear, she takes my breath away. i have written about her before. and i will probably write about her again. sigh.

nikki - she of the huge hawaiian lady tattos and hot rockabilly stylez. she who makes me tea and feeds me biscuits whenever i go to her shop. she who never fails to ask about my mother. she who gives me little freebies and asks me not to tell her boss. she who implores me to let her dress me up and then makes me do fashion parades for her. she of the beautiful smile and killer bod. she rocks.

these women make me feel like a woman. they turn a superficial shopping trip into a spiritual female-bonding experience. and i love them all dearly 4 evs.

*eats week-old bread and mouldy cheese due to extreme brokeness from new purchase*