There are a few things that I love to buy that are defined as women obsessions. Shoes are functional. Just give me a pair of flip-flops to satisfy me. No need for Minolos or Nine Wests or whatevas. Purses? Other than my leather bags that my mom gave me (one is a beautiful leather saddlebag type she bought in the seventies), again....function.
Now, I love jewelry but mostly older pieces found at flea markets or estate sales. And I love silver. I've got a serious addiction to some jewelry and am thinking of actually investing money into collecting and cataloguing the stuff I purchase.
Besides my love of the adornments, I squeal in delight when I buy panties and bras. The most feminine of garments. That which makes my girlie bits feel more girlie. I love how my breasts look in a great fitting bra and how a pair of knickers can make even my fat ass look smooth and round and bite worthy.
I just feel sexier in such things; and I know men generally don't complain when their women are clad only in lingerie.
The best is when I'm at work dressed in my khaki pants and polo marked with corporate logo. Beneath such generic, boring uniformed vestments? A plunging black lace bra caressing my breasts and gently cupping their fullness and a pair of black and white striped cotton hipsters that are topped in a line of pink.
AH! I love the secret of panties and bras.