It’s been quite awhile since I’ve gone shopping. Fun shopping I mean, groceries don’t count. Recently though the time was ripe for some retail therapy.
My husband and I had the pleasure of a visit from his brother and wife. My sister=in-law is a good shopper. She buys things. If they should not be quite right, she returns the merchandise. I have a tendency to collect items in my cart, but prior to checking out, I return them to the shelf. It’s economical, but needs don’t always get met that way.
As I said, the time was right. There was a sale going on because management wanted to clear merchandise for new incoming goods. Making a great deal for me. It couldn’t be anymore perfect, right? Only I couldn’t find anything I couldn’t live without.
What’s with that? Any other day I have to exercise self control to keep from buying too much. Could it be I’m content? That’s never happened before. Kind of a new experience, actually.
God is so good to help me remember everything has to have a place to go. We are in downsize mode, so I am okay with what I already have.