Indulgence is...(post 3)

Ok, I'm officially in love with "Suno Aisha" from Aisha. How big is Sonam Kapoor's wardrobe? I mean really? She's got such drool worthy stuff in there... Like the Mango top. And her bags! Oh my God her bags! I'm just waiting to start work to buy one of those. But you know maybe when I do start working, I wouldn't buy them. I am not brand conscious, I mean I have loads of kurtis which I have picked up from random streets. And hey, don't judge, they are very pretty. I do love brands. I love the cut, the fit the whole nine miles of it. But, here's the problem, I go shopping(that's not the shocking bit. I'm a girl you see),but and here's the bigggg but, I cannot get myself to indulge. Like for example yesterday, I had the money almost 5 grand and I didn't even spend a half of it. Its not that my parents can't afford it or anything, I just feel terribly guilty and I end up buying some really average stuff. So as a consequence I end up complaining I don't have good enough clothes. Which my mum thinks is bugging because she did give me the money to buy good clothes anyways. Is there a word which sums up what I've described? Actually there are two, a miser and a complainer. Is that even healthy? I mean being miserly? Not that I think clothes are a waste of money. I'd like to spend heaps of money on clothes, bags and the rest, but I don't and I feel miserable about it. Which is again stupid. When will you learn Manju? Sigh!