All right, I will be that woman. The one who truly loves shopping, who could do it all day and night if I had the time and the money.
This weekend was the start of the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale. My friend and I agreed to meet (as we did last year as well) on Friday morning at 7:00 a.m. at the store entrance, to be there when the doors opened. We shopped continuously until 11:00 a.m., when she had to go to an appointment. I then took my bags home, because I don’t have a car and carrying around three shoe boxes would have made more shopping prohibitive. I had some lunch and then headed out to the other mall, to check out a different Nordstrom and some other stores, and shopped there until around 6:00 p.m. Since I had to transfer trains back at the first mall, I stopped in there and shopped until around 8:30 p.m., and then went home, tired and poor, but very happy.
On Saturday morning, I had to watch the Open (golf) championship, which is another of my passions, but after it was over, I hit the stores again, shopping from around 2:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m. Then I came home and stuck the credit card in a drawer so I wouldn’t be tempted for a while.
Why do I do it? It makes me happy. I’ve speculated that because I have body issues, I feel the need to adorn my body (I also love jewelry). I also think that having lots of “stuff” in the form of clothing fills some sort of emptiness in my life, and I do have that “gatherer” instinct. I’m known for going from store to store to store to find exactly the right item. I don’t just do it with clothes – yesterday I visited three different Safeway stores trying to find a particular type of yogurt (I never did find it, so I’m off to a fourth market after work today). I do shop online, but I actually enjoy the “hunt”.
New clothes make me feel pretty. I am by no means a perfect size and shape – in fact I am two sizes larger below the waist than above the waist, which makes it impossible for me to buy a two-piece suit or a dress. I also have disproportionately large arms, which is why I was unable to find a leather jacket yesterday, after trying on at least two dozen. But when I find something that fits and looks good on me, I do get a rush. I probably enjoy buying clothes more than wearing them, although sometimes I put together an outfit that really works and then it’s all worth it.
Yesterday, I was like a little kid with a brand new pair of shoes. I was wearing the Munro Tate boots that I bought in the new purple suede, after four months of anticipation. What’s not to love?
Wow, that was sort of more analysis than I intended, but that’s the basics. It’s the thrill of the hunt, combined with making myself look better, that makes shopping a fun activity for me. The only problem is that I probably can’t have another spree like that until sometime next year if I want to stay within budget.