Addicted

 

After accounts like @thedevilwearszara and others have popped up, I think it’s time that I address something.

My name is Allison, and I am 1000% ADDICTED to Zara, and I can’t really put my finger on the ‘why.’

I know I’m not alone in this, but seriously, why do we love Zara so freaking much? It’s like no matter what, they can do no wrong in our eyes!

It usually starts off with me declaring that I’m going to take a break from shopping (HAH–I say this after spending too much of course) & utilize all the crap in my closet a little more.

This lasts about, hmmmm maybe 24-36 hours if I’m lucky? I then find myself 1 giant coffee deep and 2 hours into the black hole that is the online Zara shop–usually on a boring Tuesday or Wednesday when I have nothing to do at work except deplete my fiance and I’s bank account (let’s hope he doesn’t read this).

I will continue this by saying, no, this is not sponsored in any way; Zara just has a strange and concerning hold on me and my closet. Anyways, back to our regularly scheduled programming:

I then proceed to fill my cart with items that literally make my heart skip a beat. Items that I’ve dreamt up in my head but couldn’t find anywhere else, items I never knew I needed (ya know, like that $100 kimono I recently impulse bought) and items they’ve convinced me are way better than the 405 other versions I already have hanging in my closet.

I then tell myself, “Okay, calm down. Let’s take a breather! Save the stuff in your cart. Walk away from the computer. Put your wallet down. NO, DON’T CONNECT YOUR PAYPAL. Go take a walk, eat some chocolate, do you really want to do this? Okay, relax. Save your cart and log out. If you’re still thinking about the stuff tomorrow morning, just buy it then, it’s meant to be!”

AKA Zara is doing things to me that almost no one else can! Except maybe elote and mac & cheese if we’re getting technical.

MAN–like I said, it’s a mystery. It’s almost as if Zara knows me better than I know myself.

So, if you’re with me at this point, I want to add that I have NEVER lived in the same city as a brick and mortar Zara shop in my ENTIRE LIFE. Zara romances me from far away corners of the universe, and I’m still pretty much powerless. Sigh. It’s a travesty.

So, as I sit here at my desk drafting this post while I’m secretly thinking about what’s left of the Zara sale and that $100 grey plaid blazer I can’t stop imagining myself wearing–I wonder, Zara what have you done to me?

It truly is a mystery, guys!

 

Wearing impulse buys from the nearly sold out Zara sale–shop similar stuff below!

 

 

 

 

 

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