…of designer clothing.

Oh, let me scratch that. Not just the simple clothing we know - jackets, blazers, high waisted skirts, platinum patended boots, cashmere sweaters, raw denim, high heeled pumps, necklaces, watches, dog tags, the list goes on. And on. And on. This new world, even cosmos (I learned that from astronomy)opens an entirely new perspective to me, and of course, papachu’s bank account. The world of designer fashion has no boundaries. Everything from beautifully expensive to perfectly buyable.

I guess papachu was somewhat lucky. For me to not have noticed ridiculously priced runway articles until the summer after my graduation. They say on average, it take a million dollars to raise a child to age eighteen. Well, whoever said that did not know the definition of “spoiled” and “princess”. And, I’m not eighteen yet. If I took a rough estimate, I am probably only on my third million. Considering I am a shopaholic. Oh dear. I’m worth it, right papachu? I achieved all the dreams you asked of me. It’s only fair. Well, okay the world’s usually not really fair. But papas should be fair. Duh.

Don’t worry. I won’t be going crazy enough that I’ll become Isla Fisher from disney’s SHOPAHOLIC. I’ve even been taking money saving tips! I have been trying to take lessons from shop-a-not Kai. I will revert from being a shop-a-lot! It is incredibly hard to keep asking myself “Do I really need this?” Of course I do. I need everything. EVERYTHING. Okay, no I need to save money. Can’t turn out like my mother now…

Then again, what’s a few pieces of fashion? I mean, it practically defines the culture! Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to keep shopping, but just to shop less? Of course, it goes without saying that the things I will be buying will be over a hundred times the price they were before. But it’s worth it right? I am practically chronicling history here. I am buying things that I will wear, forever. I am buying “friends” that will be with me, forever.

Oh the turmoil.
Money makes the world go ‘round.
What a sad truth. It’s almost as sad as…

You can’t trust anyone, but yourself.