Confessions Of A (Reformed) Shopaholic

You know you're a rehabbed shopaholic when:

You enter a shop for a pair of slacks that you genuinely need and while sieving through the sale rack, your eyes wander and end up gawking at stuff that aren't for sale - the lovely faux-finished walls, the Turkish lamps, the old-world feel mirrors.

You traipse past hangers, totally unaffected, but your heart skips a beat at the sight of well-styled vignettes on a shelf.

You try on one piece of clothing to check for signs of a relapse, but you look not at your reflection but stand transfixed by the wood and iron clothes hooks in the changing rooms.

As you let sound the chimes at the exit, you head out, emptyhanded and fashion-challenged, but with a smile on your lips and a bagful of ideas.