Shopping

“I like my money right where I can see it; hanging in my closet.”

13 Feb 2012 17:45

Nursing a baby headache. Fifteen till curfew. New green wedges rocking my world. Sticky gym-leggings stuck to the back of my knees.

Shopping and I have never had a good relationship. It never really…worked. We never found a connection. It demanded too much of my efforts. But today may have changed our dynamic.  

Today, in itself, is a day of celebration. My first day as an unemployed bum, or more correctly, as a freed slave. The much awaited coffee date with Larissa. The successful seduction to the dark arts of vapid chic lit. My first magazine buy in four years. Indeed, events of significance did occur. And are still to occur like my first Zumba class! 

Today was intended for self-indulgence, and it is being fulfilled extravagantly! I seem to have a hidden talent of being an exquisite pamper-ist for the ego. After burning 750 calories at the gym (my love/hate second abode), I borrowed books that only require two brain cells to read, had coffee for three and more hours, stumbled upon a beautiful (and CHEAP) buy of deep-sea-weed-green wedges, treated myself to Vogue, watermelon, and couscous!

Although, I have always been one to prefer the purchase of books to clothing. Thanks to Larissa, I may have learnt a wallet-ruining equation:

Endless consumerism = infinite happiness.  

Shopping, I think I may love you a little bit…