It is a well known fact that I abhor shopping. I abhor grocery shopping, clothes shopping, much of Christmas shopping. The only sort of shopping I routinely enjoy is thrifting or flea market shopping, possibly because it is akin to a treasure hunt rather than an expedition into “what is hip and cool today and will be out of fashion before Christmas Vacation.”
I love buying office/school supplies and books.
Lots of books.
I love sitting in book stores and writing, people watching, eavesdropping my way into literary heaven.
I did this yesterday and it was like being at a spa. I spent ten bucks on bargain box books, too, but mostly I read books I didn’t buy but may later. I read poetry and cried. I took notes and I cried. I watched people and wrote poetry and cried.
When we were on vacation I managed to buy my daughters some jeans and some bras. I loved it because at the Levi outlet they did personalized jean fitting for each girl. Their waists were measured and their hips were measured and they were assigned a certain level of curve. They could choose which rise they wanted and which cut they wanted and how much blue of the denim they wanted.
This, I thought, was cool yet I still sat on a bench outside the store while they tried on and made choices.
I also took them to a bra shop where they could be measured again to find the perfect size. Emma thought they measured her too small because for some inexplicable reason the girls in her tenth grade class somehow view beauty according to cup size.
She did manage to buy a couple bras and some cute panties, another necessity for theater dressing rooms and p.e. locker rooms I am told.
Give me books, give me stationery, give me old stuff and art supplies any day. I’ll shop for hours, I’ll lose track of time. Today’s clothes, no thanks. Sorry, loves. I want a sewing machine for that and Clinton and Stacey on What Not to Wear would probably shake their perfectly coifed heads at me.
I can’t help it.
I don’t even want to help it.
Just like I don’t even want to shop! Unless, ofcourse for.,... well, you heard enough about that!
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© 2012 by Julie Jordan Scott
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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