I'm such a dunce.

Everytime I visit a major city, I want to buy new clothes because the ones I have with me are just too practical. I hate my cargo/conversion pants and my Tevas with a passion, but I wear them because they make sense. I miss my long Betsey Johnson sweater and my leather skirt and my knee high boots. I really detest looking like a hippie all the time. Ok, the rag around my head doesn't help, but my hair is unruly these days.

Today I though I'd go for some retail therapy. I found the local H&M and bought a striped skirt, a safari type shirt (this was practical for India) and a jersey tee. THen I ran off to find a normal pair of non-travel shoes, like a pair of snazzy Pumas. I felt really good after buying them.

Then I got back to Ewan's flat. I had a major guilt spasm because the shoes alone were 3 days budget. Did I really need them? Not really. They didn't really serve a purpose that the ugly Tevas didn't. Same with the skirt and jersey tee. So at 5pm I bolted out the door to return all of them. I just made it in time for the 6pm closings on Princes Street.

At least for about an hour, I felt like I looked like my old self. I feel better now. :)