It is almost as if falling in love, your head feels dizzy as you wander over to the product to see if it is in your size. When you realise that yes, it fits like a glove, yes it looks better on your body than on the metal hanger, comes the crushing blow. The pricetag. Indeed Jessie J, 'everybody does have a price'.
Well, yesterday I had this moment. It was in Zara, a dangerous shop that does obtain many beautiful garments, and there it was hanging on its own beside a rack of jeans.
Now, I cannot get it out of my mind, like a crazed lovefool. I have even researched into selling my old blackberry to stump up enough cash to pay for it.
But is it really worth it? Will I really wear it? Who knows, but I'll never know unless I buy it...
Have you ever had this problem?