I’ve never liked shopping. There, I said it. It’s one of those dirty little secrets that I keep under wraps whenever other women start talking “shop”. The Nana will have you know that I most certainly can NOT be her daughter based on that fact alone. That sweet woman could out-shop Rachel Zoe any day of the week. Now, give me a couple of
days hours to surf the internet, and all of a sudden, I am a shopper-extraordinaire! But, the malls? No way, no how. The mere thought of a trip to the mall used to make me break out in hives. Upon arrival, I required an immediate stop at the hot pretzel place for sustenance throughout the ordeal and the reward of a cookie the size of my head for surviving it all, on the way out.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I realized something on a necessary pit stop to the mall today. I had one item on my agenda. However, I found myself looking at All The Pretty Things on my way to the one particular store and enjoying the looking. Enjoying. The. Looking! Why, I even think I had a fleeting thought along the lines of, “I wonder when I could come back and do this again?”! I’d like to be all noble and say that I had far better things to do than be attracted by All The Pretty Things surrounding me. I’d like to say that I felt slightly ashamed to be frittering away a few hours looking All The Pretty Things. But I can’t. And, I’m not. And Heaven help me, I want to do it again! And soon.
Please, for the love of all that’s good and right with my world, don’t tell The Nana! We’re headed down there in a few weeks and, Sweet Moses, if she gets a hold of this information, she will drag my newly minted shop-loving self to every shopping establishment in the greater South Florida area. Have you seen the size of some of those things? Oh. My. Word. I think hives are coming back. Baby steps, people. Baby steps. Oh, yes indeed.