About six times a year I turn into a crazy person. I become possessed by
a desperate urge to frantically tear through the shops and spend money
I don't have on clothes I don't need.
I spend hours trailing through less-than-ethical websites imagining
the outer limits of my fabulocity in all the gorgeously cheap clothes
available at a click of a button ("if only I had that dress my wardrobe
would be complete". Sound familiar?). There was a time when I would…