See there’s this phenomenon that occurs around this time every year recently. September hits, and I hit the stores. No matter the resolve, the goals, nothing. Yaya hits up the plastic dreams (and future nightmares lol). I start to buy a thing here and there as my “birthday essentials” and as the purchases get bigger, they become “gifts for myself” … then it becomes “well if no one else gets this for me…”
Right… Well yesterday – as August waved it’s last goodbye and the autumn breeze threw a teaser into the streets of New York, Yaya hit up the stores. I noticed one thing. I have a haphazard shopping pattern in a store.
I walk from front to back and collect everything I like in my size and maybe a size smaller or bigger depending on how questionable the fabric is. Then I get to the fitting room. Most often almost 90% of the items I try on don’t work. As I walk to the register with my feeble shopping cart, I unearth a million and five items I missed but love. This time around, I don’t want to venture back to the fitting room, and once I buy it, I might not even come back in time to return it. I’m trapped.
Now y’all are all shoppers – at one point or another. I’m guilty of falling into this trap even with groceries. Are you just as guilty? Talk to me all about it! 🙂
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