Confessions Of A Shopaholic Page #9

What would she like?

Sobriety.

- I think it's...

- It's a lucky top.

These are real Prada shoes, ladies.

They go with the same pink

as this scarf.

And the handbag.

Oh. And the gloves.

OK, you know what, not for sale.

Not for sale.

- Ms. Ptaszinski!

- I'm OK.

And now...

The green scarf!

An icon.

Supple, sensual,

the color of money.

Rebecca always had such fabulous taste.

No wonder she wound up

at Alette magazine.

Oh, Becky didn't end up

at Alette magazine.

She turned that "hoppertunity" down.

- What? Why?

- Yes, Jane Bloomwood, hi.

Oh, hi.

Now who will be the next

Girl in the Green Scarf?

- Fifty dollars!

- Anyone else?

- Seventy.

- I have 70!

- Ninety dollars.

- Ninety dollars right here!

- Excuse me.

- Sure.

I have a bidder on the phone.

One hundred and twenty dollars.

One-twenty for the beautiful,

famous, elegant...

- One-fifty!

- Don't sell it.

You've sold so much already.

- Two hundred dollars.

- Two hundred and fifty dollars.

Two-fifty! I have 250.

The bid is against you at 250.

- Well?

- Three hundred dollars!

You can tell your friend on the phone,

I'll match anything they bid.

She's like an assassin.

Three hundred dollars. Going once.

- Going twice.

- My bidder withdraws.

Sold for 300 to the lady in pink.

Wait!

Uh...

- Don't wear it with yellow.

- Never.

- It could bring you love.

- Thank you.

One, two, three, four.

That's another thousand.

Wow.

$16,586, 72 cents.

You are a winner, babe!

Oh, my God.

Mr. Smeath.

What the hell is this?

What are you doing?

I'm doing exactly what you did to me

on that television show, Derek.

I'm just giving you what you deserve.

But in the most

inconvenient way possible.

And that, I think, makes 9,412.

Oh. And a quarter.

I've got it. I've got it.

OK. Ladies, it's time!

- How'd you get it back?

- I did a deal.

Get her some flowers.

- Sorry. OK.

- Go, go, go, go, go.

- Ready, sweetie?

- Bex!

Come here.

OK.

See you at the reception!

You sold all your clothes and kept that?

- It's Suze's wedding...

- Wedding. I know.

I'm an investigative

journalist, Rebecca.

Give me some credit.

You really sold it all?

You have nothing left.

I mean, I wouldn't put it like that.

Neither would I.

The bidder on the phone was you.

But you lost!

Both bidders were me.

It's a desperately important scarf.

Name:
Rebecca Bloomwood.

Name:
Rebecca Bloomwood.

Occupation:
I am a columnist

for Luke's new magazine.

Dress:
Borrowed from Suze

as I am a reformed shopaholic.

- Here, Ryuichi.

- Wow!

It is amazing

what you have time to do

when you're not shopping.

For example,

I actually learned Finnish.

Ahh...

And instead of

a relationship with my credit card,

I have a relationship

with someone who loves me back.

And never declines me.

Where do you get your moves?

Who knows?

It just comes naturally.

Oh, you're right. It's a mystery.

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