How Not to Handle Obsession.

How do you deal with obsession?

Do you give in? Do you bow to the psychological pressures that be, like yours truly?

Or do you resist past the point of temptation through to a place of greater strength (read: regret)?

As inferred from above, my coping skills for denying true love have yet to fully develop. 

Sketching, Polylvoring, and never-shutting-upping are some of my favorite mechanisms for attempting to dilute the misery that is a 24/7 material fixation. Though I scoff jokingly at my complete inability to deny material pleasures, it's actually becoming a problem. Not only do I possess insufficient funds to support what has become a full-fledged buying addiction, but I'm truly losing the ability to see rationally the redundancy of my hoarding. 

It's gone from "I need a pair of black heels" to "I need a pair of black heels with an ankle strap" to "I need a pair of black heels with an ankle strap and silver buckle and a 45 degree slanted heel and pointed toe and ....."

It's really pretty disgusting. 

And as I mentioned above, I'm trying to establish alternative outlets.

Unfortunately, none have been able to recreate that sheer joy accompanying a white Nordstrom box on my doorstep. 

This shirt, for example, sat in my ASOS shopping cart for 4 weeks. 

4 weeks.

A period over which I hemmed and hawed about the practicality of the eyesore plaid. 

And, honestly, I was so sure -

so. dang. sure.

that I had passed the point of no return. 

That the allure of purchase was in the past. 

Then the justifying began.

Oh! But wouldn't I be able to wear it so many different ways!?

Its blatant boxiness was first intended to compliment an especially skinny pair of skinny jeans. 

You know, to sabotage figure flattery and again reinforce the fact that my legs resemble those of chicken little. 

I then planned to pair the plaid with the pencil - untucked, though. 

Some runway-esque oversizedness to inspire women world over to not do what I do. 

Ultimately, though, I settled upon a classic silhouette for an unclassic tee. 

It's my way of pretending I understand the meaning of "balance".

shirt: ASOS, skirt: Banana Republic (similar), shoes: eBay

Which I then negate by gallivanting around in front of a jungle-painted garage.

And hoarding impractical tops. 

What do you do to cope with obsession?