Magpie

There are things that I'm obsessed with. And I tend to end up a lot of them. Mainly because I think that there is the "perfect one" out there. I have a lot of trouble making the distinction between "need" and "want" on my obsessions. Perhaps this one will be the one that fulfills all my dreams. That and I'm fickle.

Coats. I have a major coat obsession. Possibly because I hate cold. The work week jacket. The weekend casual jacket. The weekend dressy jacket. The heavy winter coat. The dressy heavy winter coat. The all-purpose, rain or shine, monsoon proof, yet not too bulky or too tight travel jacket. You get the picture. I have a leather biker jacket. And the almost exact same thing in pleather. Because some occasions are authentic leather. And some are ironic pleather. And one shouldn't weather leather to a pleather occasion. Obviously.

Sunglasses are on the obessessed short list. Hope springs eternal when it comes to shopping for the perfect pair of sunglasses. Shoes are on the list too. Will this be the shoe that goes with everything, yet doesn't pinch my toes or make my plantar fascitis worse? And purses. Don't get me started on purses. Purses are the work of the devil. Why did I think I needed a giant green leather tote bag? Not a subtle green. Very, very kelly green. Oh, yeah. That goes with everything. It mocks me from my closet shelf. Once, I had the perfect bag. And because it was quite perfect, I carried it all the time. So I completely wore it out. I shall never be that happy again.

Maybe be someday I'll get obssessed with collecting something useful. Like first edition books. Or krugerrands.