Confession of a Shopaholic

It seems all very counter-intuitive. I have started shopping again. I used to enjoy shopping a lot when I was in college. I would shop so much that I had to roll my credit card bills from one to another (using the interest-free balance transfer offers). I would skip lunch or eat instant noodles for dinner just to save up for shopping. Strangely, when I started working at Goldman, my shopping experience soon became limited to buying only those items useful for work. Over the last decade, it seems that the more income I made, the less I shopped. Then I started wanting to shop again the minute I decided to quit my job.
After having the baby, I soon realized that I need to take advantage of my 30s (since my 20s was wasted away in looking like a mad woman with no make up and bags under my eyes working for Goldman) and what's left in my youth. I want to dress nice and look nice before I start to age more. After all, one of the things that money can't buy is youth...
With that in mind, I bought a dress last week for my best friend's wedding. I bought a jacket and a skirt last Sunday when I was just walking down Chung Hsiao E. Road in Taipei. And then, just now walking down Avenue of Americas, I decided to come home with another dress. Could this be the beginning of my shopaholic life?