charloft - 100 drabbles - 8. Greed

[toodamnmanymuses]

There was just something about the smell of leather. It didn’t matter what mood she might be in or how bad things were going, that smell always managed to soothe her in a way that few things could.

As lovely as it was though, the smell was only the beginning. The styles and colors called to her as well. So many in fact that she simply could not stop at one or two pairs, but found herself with at least half a dozen bags to help calm her spirit.

There was a reason they called it retail therapy after all.