Sometimes I am so wasteful that I annoy myself. I don’t need another pair of Converse in a different colour. I don’t need another top, pair of heels, handbag, eyeshadow in this season’s shade.
These are not the things that make me happy. True, I need a few pretty girly things, but not loads. Not really.
Feeling happy inside is the one that counts…
So my lesson is: stop shopping in search of Nirvana – cos it sure aint in the stores
There…
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(Oh, er, unless you’ve gone shopping specifically for an album by the icons of grunge, Nirvana, of course. In which case, Nirvana most certainly is in the stores.)
