You Know You're Addicted to Hermes When

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When you after a move realise one cardboard box got damaged and have a minor fit because it was one of your empty orange boxes from the scarf counter at Hermés...

When you are miserable with sinusitis, but smile because your mucus come out orange and thus remind you of H!
 
how about refusing to do an inventory of my H stuff in fear of a realisation of what an Hermesholic I am? It's that denial stage...
ADDICTION
ad·dic·tion
[ ə díksh'n
...the continued repetition of a behaviour despite adverse consequences, or a neurological impairment, leading to such behaviours.

I do not think that a clear and conscious decision to avoid adverse consequences (by taking your inventory) can be called a neurological impairment. Quite the opposite, in my opinion.
Clearly, we are NOT afflicted with the H addiction.
Now... back to comparing Hermes stitches on my vintage vs modern Kellys... __________________
H Wishlist: what's the point... **sigh**
 
I'm starting to understand the addiction now that EVERY SINGLE DAY I have a deep internal struggle about whether to walk into the boutique, knowing that I'm unlikely to leave empty-handed. Why must it be so close to the office?!
 
When your first purchase was a month ago, and you have already bought three 90s, one plissé, one pocket square and tie for DH (stole the pocket square for my ponytail today) and a vintage black Kelly, with plans to hit the boutique again the day after birthday in a few weeks. My credit cards are groaning.
 
When your first purchase was a month ago, and you have already bought three 90s, one plissé, one pocket square and tie for DH (stole the pocket square for my ponytail today) and a vintage black Kelly, with plans to hit the boutique again the day after birthday in a few weeks. My credit cards are groaning.

Welcome to the slippery orange slope ! It is a fun and exciting ride.
 
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