Yes fans. I've admitted it. Again.
I was reading an article in today's Grazia about the rise of the 'haul vlogger', a concept which functions rather like a continuous loop of that moment when you come out of the changing room and do a twirl, accompanied by oohs and ahhs of your appreciative girlfriends. This version, however, plays out in front of a growing horde of internet strangers hungry for a fashion fix, and who use appraising words like 'lush', 'hawt' and 'rocking it' to describe yet another black jumpsuit.
I checked the Topshop website again today to see how many more of their aviator jackets had dropped. Two had. They were £295 each. They were all sold out. Who knows how long it took. Minutes? Hours? Days?
I used to be of the opinion that all this fashiony stuff was a waste of time. I lived in jeans and t-shirts, climbed trees and had a boy's haircut. I was blissfully happy. I'm pretty sure that me is still hanging around. I've done a pretty good job of shutting her up with lots of clothes. But I'm not happy. I've spent far too much money on stuff I don't need. And I needed that money.
And so, once again, I'm giving up shopping. And I'm also planning on selling a lot of things, once I figure Ebay out. I'll link it when I start putting stuff up, but I'm a UK Size 10-12 and a Size 6-7 shoe. So watch this space...