You know what I mean, right? It starts with one dress — “just in case something special comes up.” Then a pair of earrings, because “they’re on sale.” And an hour later, you’re standing there with bags in hand, staring at yourself in the mirror, convinced that blouse literally called your name.

For me, shopping isn’t about the things. It’s about the mood. It’s about feeling beautiful right now, even if you’re just going out for bread. It’s about how easily your energy shifts when you slip into something new and walk through the city like the world is your runway.

And yes, sometimes I order things online at 3 a.m. Sometimes I regret it. But more often — I don’t. Because every little piece reminds me: sometimes, to begin again, all you need… is a new dress.