I don’t shop. No really. I know it doesn’t make sense- given the amount of shit (read: clothes) taking up space in my house. And I cook so the sweaters in the stove narrative don’t work. But really, I don’t make shopping a habit. Something has to be a) cheap b) undeniably good for me to swipe.

The past six months I’ve probably shopped more than I have in the past six years but it’s still been curated. Wellllll, except for that Juicy Couture sample sale but I’m only human, ok!

A pair of Joan&David strappy pumps that are giving those Choos a run for their money. A pleather dress from Target (Xhiliration to be exact) that had The Today Show greenroom abuzz. Polarized Rayban aviators that made my sister nearly homicidal.

But the king of them all is my fox fur coat. I stumbled home drunk/full after a weeknight dinner at Hillstone to find a Macy’s sale book waiting in my mailbox. Wait, how is this different from any other night? Well, this sale book had fur. A doorbuster fox fur to be exact. I swear I dreamt about it because the next day I went straight to the fur vault and made the most spontaneous subconsciously planned purchase of the year.

I wear my fur minimum twice a week and  get compliments on it minimum ten times a week. It’s perfect because yes it’s sexy and a little (read: a lot) flashy but at the same time it is throwback and a little kitschy. Fur gets a bad rap because its wearers sometimes forget to do so with a sense of humor. I just wear mine and don’t worry about the controversy. I think this attitude lends people to see how much fun I’m having in my little fox!

That is truly the point.of.sale. What’s yours?