…and not shopped for myself in a very very long time (A pair of shoes bought over the last week does not count, of course, what is one measly pair of shoes), I am doing the second best thing I can and am window shopping. Given the fact that it is pouring cats and dogs and a couple of cows outside, the next best thing I can do is to turn to net-a-porter and sigh. And sigh some more. And click. And fill out a wishlist, which, given the current state of brokedom is destined to remain just that, a wishlist. Then I move on to style.com and sigh some more. The amount of sighing emanating from me makes the spouse cast a curious eye on the computer screen.
Having tucked my salivating tongue inside my mouth, I get back to the dour business of trying to earn a living, seeing as I’m not doing much to earn my keep as a kept woman these days. Which is also probably why the husband is looking suspiciously at the computer everytime I sigh deeply. He will probably never understand the twist in the gut that happens each time I gaze on that salmon Marni pump.