I love those nights when I walk into the mall to make a return and end up coming out with something new and expensive. It’s a real testament to my amazing self-control.

Last week I went into the mall to make a small exchange. I parked at Nordstrom—which is a fairly normal thing for me to do. Within moments of setting foot in the door, I was bombarded with Stuart Weitzman, Manolo Blahnik and Tory Burch screaming at me, “Try me on! Buy me! You know you want me!”. The shoe department was screaming at me—testing my ability to walk on by. And it was the Anniversary sale, so all of these screams were coming to me at the lowest prices of the season. Still, I pushed on through the madness and made my return out in the mall.

But let’s not forget I had to walk back through Nordstrom on the way to my car. And this time I wasn’t as strong. I purposely avoided the shoe department and made my way through accessories instead. And there before me was a table of designer sunglasses a mile long. Burberry. Gucci. Chanel. And Fendi. I stopped to look around. I picked some up. I tried some on. And I attracted the attention of the sales associates (who could obviously tell I was a fashion-obsessed sucker). From designs only Lady Gaga could pull off, to the prim and proper, the sales associates had me trying on designs for 20 minutes. And one of those designs came home with me: a pair of black, oversized Fendi shades with glittery insides and simple, elegant outsides.

“Well,” I thought as I folded the receipt up and stuffed it into my handbag, “at least the PPW will be low.”