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Mariann's musingsposted on 4 July 2011The Girl With the Red Feather Earrings Writes:Now, it has to be said that on the scale of one to ten in the enjoyment of shopping, my answer would be zero. I hate shopping, be it food shopping or any other shopping that is necessary. I mean where is the enjoyment of buying stuff that you need? I cannot get excited about a range of fish fingers just because they've now been declared 'new,' having been cooked in sunflower oil. They are what they are, fish fingers. Given the fact that I will be serving them with chips, frozen vegetables and a dollop of tomato sauce, they will taste the same as a fish finger has always tasted. However, there is another type of shopping that I am not so averse to. Sale shopping. The shopping of items that you do not know you want until you see them, in colours that you never knew suited, or will do once you get your highlights redone and have bought some new shoes and a handbag to complement them. And in sizes that you are convinced will fit once you get home, or maybe one day when you lose a few pounds. You are after all still carrying a little baby weight from twenty three years ago. Well it’s difficult to shift! But one thing stops my total enjoyment of my shopping trips. How can I fuel my fantasy of being the equivalent of one of the Sex in the City girls as they walk along the pavement, swinging bag upon bag over their arms and across their shoulders? Sure I have the requisite number of bags... but they all have SALE emblazoned across them in lipstick-red lettering. Some of them go one step further and decry to the world '25% off today''or 'closing down sale'.' Why, why? Shut up. I don't want the world to know that the only reason I would be balancing twenty-five bags on two arms and a couple of shoulders would be if I had raided the sales. Do you have to take every little enjoyment away and leave me with only new fish fingers in sunflower oil? Carolyn Young
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