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I confess.  I have a love-hate relationship with shopping.

I love shopping when:
  1. I feel like I can afford it.
  2. I have lots of time to devote to the task and really comfortable shoes on my feet.
  3. I know what I want to get and then actually find that item.
  4. I have my lists in hand.
  5. Something perfect speaks to me either because it is just what I love OR I know someone I love will like it.
  6. I pick something out and then learn it is on sale.

On the other hand, I really hate shopping when:
  1. I really need something, but I am feeling short on $$.
  2. I am tired or hungry.
  3. I am looking for something specific and it is no where to be found.
  4. I forget my list, thereby neglecting to get something crucial or buying an unnecessary duplicate.
  5. I don’t see anything that I like but I am under some kind of time pressure.
  6. I shop specifically for a sale item, but it is sold out or not as I expected.
  7. I feel the need to get a gift for Mike.
  8. There are crowds of other people in the stores.

As I get older, and therefore much wiser, I see the beauty in my mother-in-law’s technique.  Open up the L.L. Bean catalog, pick an item, and order one for everyone on the list. 

Comments

  1. I am loving and hating shopping just about like you, Olga. I really don't do much shopping even over the holidays. I get the parents to buy what my Grandkids want and just pay them whatever it costs. Sometimes, if I find pants or tops that really fit well and don't shrink in the wash I buy a couple more in different colors. Not much of a fashionista, I guess!

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  2. I like your lists. they fit me very well, too.

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  3. Your lists are perfect.
    Sadly, except for the receipents, I give money gifts to those youngsters not close by. Always right size and color if not terribly thoughtful.

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