Dream

I have a confession.

While I really do love my job, I have a dream job-

(Everyone has those tho, right?)

I would say my dream job is more of an obsession...Let me explain.

When one has extra time and the baby is sleeping, what do they usually do? Popular answers may be: settle in with a good book, click on the tv to catch up on the latest show, call an old friend, do some much needed housework...whatever.

Here is where my little confession comes into play-- I get on my computer and (no, it's not facebook or blog stalk) I look at fashion.

I do. I spend hours upon hours looking at fashion icons, disecting their outfits, dreaming I could afford designer clothes, and because I can't, I then proceed to try to find clothes that can pass as knock-offs for such. It's bad.

So, that being said, my dream job would be to become a personal shopper.

Yup. Shop for other people who actually have money to wear the things I would love to.

Or even shop for people who do not share my passion...or even shop for people just to find awesome deals!

I know, I know. I love to shop til I drop, look at magazines, watch fashion shows on Bravo (Project Runway and the Rachel Zoe project...just off the top of my head), and dream up new outfits...and I probably don't look like it.

oh, well. Just because I said it was an obsession doesn't mean it is necessarily a successful one right? Did I mention that "Confessions of a Shopaholic" is one of my favorite books?

I know, I'm lame.

I also realize, that while my hobby may be completely superficial, it is fun.

I am not justifying it... I'm merely explaining. :)