Hi my name is Peas on Toast and I'm a shopaholic.
(Cue "Hi Peas on Toast.")
Last month Third World Ant and I, in a disgusting display of capitalistic grandeur, turned our credit cards into smoking lumps of plastic, as we scoured our favourite places in search of the perfect shoes. Instead, we came back with skirts, dresses, underwear and jewellery. Totally overdid it, but sat ona shopping high for three solid days. I vowed not to shop like this ever again.
But the cravings are setting in, I feel for the vanilla-scented smell of The Space, the most fantastic store in the whole wide world. You walk into a shop that smells like Zanzibar after a vanilla festival, with racks of gorgeous once-off things made with the finest of all fabrics from SA designers across the country. It's what dreams are made of, with a price tag to match.
I need to go back. I will go back. Tonight. After work. I think I may give Third World Ant a call...although that may be dangerous.