Shopping Agenda
I seem to always have one. And, like most women, I tend to do it most often when I'm tryin to lift my spirits. Thankfully I've become aware of this trend in myself, for I am currently in serious. shopping. mode. Once I think of what I "need" as of late, I can't help but find online or on main street and purchase, for a deal of course, because at the moment, well, for the last few years anyway, moneys been tight, and, the first thing I seem to skimp on, is food. Might I also first say that money burns a metiorote sized while in my pocket... You'd think I was a Rockefeller sometimes with my ideas of grandeur! Uplifting shopping... What is going on in my life that's making me want to shop til I starve? (good diet trick by the way!). Boyfriend? Job sitch? Family? C. All of the above? D. None of the above? Time will only tell. And at some point my jeans and scale. Yesterday, because I'm going to NY next weekend, I decided, firmly (finger pointing to myself), it was high time I needed a very waspy vera Bradley duffel bag to take on my weekend trip. The bride for whom I am going there for has a whole collection, it's so cute, and works so well for ALL weekend getaways that I find myself borrowing hers often. High time to get my own. However, cannot allow myself to pay retail. It's absurd. It's a cotton bag for fucks sake! Cute. But cotton. C'mon! So-I did what my one girlfriend has a crazy habit of doing at work: I got it on ebay. I'd never bid on anything before. I've also only popped my ebay'ing cherry two times before...In the last three weeks! Beginning to see a pattern and link between the shopping and spaces inbetween my head, emotions and (seriously lacking) checking account? (Please note: for the next three weeks, I'm down to rabbit food over recent purchases. Note no. 2: please see above comment re: scale and jeans. Blessing in disguise??? Note no. 3: I'm not, by any means "fat" and am super grateful for my genes, but it's amazing what five pounds can do to a pair of hips in blue jeans-Yikes!!!). I find the bag of my weekend-getaway-dreams and bid. I'm immediately out-bidded. And again. And again. And again! I bet this is how my mom felt at toys r us come christmastime while fighting crazy women for cabbage patch kids! I want this bag dammit! My bobbing and weaving of OCD comes to a head, I conveniently click on the box that says something about maximum bidding and do just that. I refuse to go more than five dollars over a sale bag from the vb home sites sale price on the ugly retired bags, giving the five dollar over seeing as I don't have to pay shipping... With moments left I submit my bid. It only shows over what the other bidder had as their max-they pit me a penny over. Hooray! This bag will be mine! And fir less than my max bid! Yay for ebay!!! The online auction ends. The bag IS mine! Granted, I do have to pay the max I put, which I'm glad I made reasonable! I wasn't sure if I was going to get to pay only the amount I won by beating out the other person... Alas, it was the extra five I added on as leeway for the non-shipping-shipping. Hooray for my new Hope Garden duffel bag to take to NY!!! When I deboard my plane, and trek by train like the good city girl I used to be (secretly wishing in my Angeleno adjusted ways I had money for a car service to wisk me all over the city!) to have my own breakfast at tiffanys moment of bliss with a Dunkin Donuts coffee and experience the delisciousness of sweet babycakes something, for the first mouth watering time, I will have not a rolly, touristy suitcase, no. I'll have my beutiful, second hand vb bag from a power seller on ebay, draped and hanging from across my shoulder. Afterall, i much rather prefer looking like a waspy girl from Long Island than a total touristy, tan(nish) blonde from LA.
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ok! theme revealed... thanks
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