In which I shop

I broke the barrier and went shopping. I was at a conference in Moscow Idaho, and went to the mall with Del (I was staying with her for the weekend) and her sister Amy. I bought two pairs of jeans, a pair of reading glasses (in my defense I have lost two pairs and chipped one this year) and bought a conference t-shirt and hat for Chris and a conference t-shirt for Del as a thank you present.

I also acquired from Del a suit and a pair of cords. This should mean I won't need to buy work clothes next year. And I found a coat at the Sally Ann. Exactly my size and kind of trendy--cheap version of what they would tell me to get on "What Not to Wear".

More importantly. I walked away from all kinds of stuff most notably a stunningly beautiful and amazingly trendy bag that would go fabulously with the suit that Del gave me. It had the capacity to turn me from dowdy to trendy. But who needs trendy, right?


More impressively, I walked away from some lovely wooden flamingos. See attached photo.

I also bought a pair of underwear, which I desperately need, at least pending some mending. Actually, I desperately needed them to wear that weekend, but made the mistake of buying some tie-dye ones (at the same fair where the flamingos were) and apparently they need to be washed first. I kind of regret buying them because it seems pretty clear in retrospect that it was all about the tie-dye and not really very much about needing new underwear.

I do desperately need socks. But the bonus is that I won't need dusting cloths for quite some time. Here is a picture of Chris holding some of my new dusting rags.

Ok, I regret the tie-dyed underwear but otherwise I'm pretty sure I bought things that I could reasonbly describe as needed.

I have also since coming home bought a DVD as a birthday present for my niece. So I think that maybe this week I have bought as many things as I bought in the past year.

It is clear that I need a principle to regulate my shopping, so I will be looking for one that limits the permissible. (I can't believe how protestant I sound here.)