Sometimes when I'm down in the dumps after one too many things have gone pear shaped, I head to a boutique or department store for some retail therapy. The funny part is that I somehow rationalise it all by telling myself that I need a specific item. Last week I had a bit of a family row and convinced myself that since I liked the colour of the pink top I was wearing, I must find another to put me in a good mood for Spring. Sounds like I'm deranged, doesn't it! Do you ever treat yourself to something fashionable when you're feeling blue?