I find it ironic that there is now a magazine about how to shop.
I also find it ironic that the magazine? Is called Lou Lou.
How did they know that I love to shop? HOW DID THEY KNOW?
Now, by saying that I love to shop… I love the experience of shopping. I love looking around at the shiny things. I love touching them and holding them and coveting them. I don’t love buying them because I am cheap. So I guess I’m more of a window-shopper than anything else. I love to make up wishlists but rarely if ever buy anything off them– they’re the “extravagant” things that I would love to have, if they suddenly rained down on me, but wouldn’t pay for in a scrillion years and would never expect anyone to buy for me, so the wishlist is the place I go to look at things. I could go to the mall for three days and come home with a bag of stuff from the dollar store and be happy, as long as I got to touch the sparkly pretties and imagine myself frolicking with them in a field of daisies and marigolds (do marigolds grow in fields? I probably shouldn’t frolick in fields anyway. I’m allergic).
OH SHOPPING IS SO GOOD. So today Michelle (ma belle) (I can’t stop! Everytime I say her name that song pops up! And we’ve known each other for almost 10 years so that’s a lot of ma belle-ing!) showed me her new bike and I clicked around a little and now I have a new shiny sparkly thing that I covet. Of course I haven’t actually ridden a bike in years because mine got borrowed by my sister then left out in a field all winter and it died and I haven’t bothered to buy one since because I’ve always thought a fat lady on a bike was silly but now? Oh, I covet it. Isn’t it pretty? It would just need a few accessories to be perfect.
OMG, you are my twin shopping sister. I look, I covet, I ooh and ahh, I wish I was 16 so I could wear the adorable girlie stuff, but the dollar store makes me happy. Oh, and Canadian Tire.
Names and music: had to mention: when I say something is pretty in French, I say “c’est jolie.” And then I mentally add “Angelina.” Which is weird, because I DETEST Angelina Jolie.