‘You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes like warm butter sliding down hot toast? Well that’s what it’s like when I see a store. Only it’s better. ‘ Rebecca Bloomwood, Confessions of a Shopaholic, 2009

Every time I walk into a store and buy something, I have convinced myself that I needed it. The only time I probably ever actually need to buy something is toilet paper and the occasional loaf of bread, but alas, I have this week found myself in the midst of a house move with hundreds of ‘I had to have it’s’ and no space in the new house to accommodate them.
Echoing Ms Bloomwood’s sentiments in Confessions of a Shopaholic, I understand completely how she feels. This is also possibly why I have no boyfriend. I even love the grocery store. Shopping is my salvation, my happy place, my reason to go to work.
And now, some of it has to go. Do I choose the more expensive, less worn top to keep, or the cheap one I wear twice a month? And what about handbags? I really like this one, but how many black bags does one girl need? Don’t even get me started on the shoes. I know you can only wear one pair at a time (although last year for the grand final I wore one brown heel and one yellow heel), but I can’t part with them. My shoes are like my children. Seriously. I don’t have any pets. They tend to eat shoes.
Two nights into the packing mayhem, I have culled ruthlessly. I have had to be strong and if I haven’t worn it or used it in the past 12 months, it’s definifely on the chopping block; even 6 months is pushing it (I’m trying to justify keeping things by saying it’s nearly summer again though). Clothes that I promised myself I would diet to fit back into are on the sale rack, tags intact. Shoes that I like to look at but can’t wear because they are the wrong size or hurt too much are added to the pile. Bags that I love but only use once in a blue moon haven’t made the cut. Even jewellery, hats and scarves aren’t safe. I’m on a rampage.
So I move a week from tomorrow, from a 3 bedroom house, to a 1 bedroom unit. My dream of being inner city is coming true but my dream of having a closet like Carrie Bradshaw is going to have to wait. I’m going from 3 wardrobes and two tallboys into 1 wardrobe and one tallboy – I mean, where am I meant to put my coats?! 
Through my sadness at having to part with all my stuff (even if I only wore it once, it has a memory) I am brightened by the fact that by putting it all on eBay I will make a few dollars and be able to go shopping for new apartment living stuff. The decorating ideas I have are endless and could possibly involve a trip to shopping mecca Ikea! There was even mention of a quick look in Bunnings – the kind of store that doesn’t make butter melt for me, but you never know what else you might find there. I hear boys like Bunnings…

Find all the items in the pictures as so much more on eBay over the next few weeks. I will post on facebook (www.facebook.com/sarahsstyleemporium) and twitter (www.twitter.com/sarahstyle), and of course here at the Style Emporium once I have listed items. I hope you enjoy buying these things as much I did!