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…