BY SAHAR DIKA, Arts & Entertainment Editor
It was Friday afternoon and of course I was over-packing for my trip to Chi-Town. After packing six pairs of shoes and three overnight bags, I still felt as though I was missing something. I’m not one of those people who can plan my outfits in advance for every day and every occasion.
Variety is absolutely necessary because I change my mind at the drop of a hat, no pun intended. So I packed, even though I knew that the only reason I was going to Chicago was to shop till I drop.
We hit the road around 6PM, myself and six other girls. I was excited for a vacation and I was even more excited to create my fall wardrobe. I needed to stock up on some essential items and what better place to do that than the Magnificent Mile? I had saved all my money and made a list of things I needed so that I could knock out all my shopping in one trip.
Boots, jackets, coats, scarves, blazers, and sweaters were all on my hit list, even though I had absolutely no room in my closet and will probably have to start storing clothes in the trunk of my car.
After a night of partying, my posse and I decided it was time to hit the shops Saturday morning. I couldn’t control myself. My two all-time favorite stores are located in Chicago, among other cities. Zara and Topshop are two places that I can NEVER walk into without purchasing at least two or three items. It’s impossible. Even though they both have online ordering that I partake in quite frequently, it’s so much different when everything is right in front of you and there are three floors of it. I almost had an anxiety attack, in a good way.
Although I wanted to buy everything in Topshop, I knew that I had to contain myself and save some energy for the million other stores that are on the Magnificent Mile. I settled for a faux fur vest that almost reached my knees and a white, pleather baby doll dress with a plunging neckline. Yes, I wear white after Labor Day. I make my own rules when it comes to fashion and unless you’re Joan Rivers, whatever you say is irrelevant to me.
Zara was another ballgame. I left with a khaki colored trench coat, an army green down jacket, an amazing pair of leggings that will never fade the color black and about half of my bank account empty. I also conquered three floors of H&M, two floors of Nordstrom Rack, three floors of Forever 21, ALDO, Steve Madden, American Apparel, Aritzia, BCBG, Pink, Sephora, Urban Outfitters and Banana Republic. I never discriminate when it comes to shopping. I can walk into any store, even if it’s a consignment shop and find something I love.
After basically getting pushed out of the door by store managers for being there too late, I was finally finished. My friends and I decided to walk to the hotel about a mile and a half away to burn off the burritos that we scarfed down mid-shopping to give ourselves some brain fuel. Let me just say that walking 20 blocks with nine bags is a disaster waiting to happen. I knocked everyone on the road that I passed and my friends dubbed me “the bag lady.” Even the people staying at our hotel were hesitant to get in the elevator with my bags and I. Yes, it was that bad.
I know I come off as quite the shopaholic but I’m really not. I just find it easier to go shopping with a full wallet and buy everything I need at once. I feel like I have a more successful shopping experience when I make a goal for myself and I spend less money by searching for and buying only the things on my list. It’s like having a target and hitting the bull’s eye. I rarely ever miss.
When we got back to the hotel, my friends buried me in my bags and called it death by shopping. I went from bag lady to broke lady this weekend but I had a blast with my favorite people and even though Monday hit me a lot harder than ever this week, I wouldn’t have traded this past weekend for anything.