If you can’t stand shopping for clothes, you might like shopping for food.
If you loathe shopping for furniture, you might like trying on shoes.
If handbags are boring, what about books? Jewelry? Make-up? Food processors? Cars? Tchotchkes?*
The Shopping Drug
Shopping, window-shopping, browsing—whatever you call it—can be a drug. We have the ability to immerse, no, lose ourselves in that adorable clutch with the bead work or those sweet little striped espresso cups or that cute little bargain thingy—even if we don’t need it or want it.
Have we ever asked ourselves: Why are we shopping when we have a closet full of shoes or a perfectly good carpet in the living room?