I want....

In classic Gina fashion, I've managed to amass a large spring wishlist:

Yeah, and that money? practically gone. I'm back to living hand-to-mouth like the pauper I really am. Genteel poverty, thy name is Regina.

Tops:






Pants and suits:




skirts:




Dresses:



Clearly, I need medical help.

It's not like I'm thin, so why do I bother?

Oh, that's right -- because I'm a shopping/fashion addict whose self-worth is tied inextricably to what others think of her and her clothing!

Dontcha just love self-awareness??