LaTanya B. I LOVE fashion and art. Outside of work (and sometime during work lol!) this is where my head is. I love anything that can express feeling and emotion whether it be music, poetry, dance, art, books and even fashion which I consider an art in itself. My advice is to do whatever brings peace and joy to your life even if your not doing it for a living. Who knows, things can change:) I hope this blog brings happiness and light. Peace & Love, L.B.


Confessions of a Shopaholic: The Shopping Problem

Today I watched Confessions of a Shopaholic. I felt a connection to this movie because it was so similar to the way my life used to be. I felt it may be time to make my own confession in hopes of passing my story forward.

In the summer of 2004 I moved to NYC. For years I dreamed about being a part of the fashion industry so I took a chance on a whim and applied to the Laboratory Institute of Merchandising and got accepted.

I loved living in the city, but the one thing I hadn't anticipated was how tempting the store windows can be and how deep I would fall when it comes to shopping.

LIM in located on 53th and 5th Ave, 2 blocks from H&M, Saks and Versace, and one block form Gucci, Zara, etc. Everyone at my school loved fashion of course and most of the girls there were always shopping or getting stuff from there internships. They knew about brands that I had never heard of living in the DC area. In DC I knew about what hot out there but in NYC I didn't feel like I knew as much. I thought I had to do better at looking the part in order to take advantage of opportunities. So what started as a confidence booster became an obsession.

The first few months in NYC I didn't have a job and was pretty much living off of money saved. Once that ran out I started pulling out the credit cards. I had 5 of them, don't ask why. I shopped everywhere spending $300+ almost every time. I bought things like Louboutins, Manolos, Jimmy Choos, a Chloe bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag, not to mention a lot of clothes from Bendels, Barneys and Bloomingdale's.

It felt good to shop. I was living by myself in the big city and I was lonely most of the time even though my family lived there. I missed home sometimes. Shopping was my stress reliever.

I eventually got a paid internship at Bloomingdale's and during my lunch hour I would spend the time walking around the store sometimes just looking but mostly shopping.

To be continued.....
Check back to find out how things turned out.

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