I celebrated Labor Day by attending (sure, let’s pretend we’re fancy) Savers‘ 50% off sale. I never show up for holiday sales, though I worked several at my ol’ retail job. I may never do it again.
For me, half of the pleasure in shopping is being alone with my thoughts and humming to myself as a mosey down each aisle, seeing new things and fantasizing about being infinitely cooler. It’s hard to reach that meditative state while surrounded by shopping carts and noisy children. It’s also hard to move.
After writhing my way between carts and kidlets for an hour or more, I came home with:
– a gray pleated skirt (shortest thing I own! Scandal!)
– a muted blue boatneck top
-a chain belt
-a new purse
-two wicker baskets for Grendel.
I spent $14.59, and $4 of that was for Grendel’s full-price baskets. Does this make me an indulgent pet owner? Will I be buying her rhinestone collars and monogrammed beds next?
Now for the laboring! My mending pile must be reckoned with:
Mending is 1) more sensible than throwing away slightly damaged clothes, 2) usually so easy that I’d hate to pay a pro, and 3) a cheap way to keep one’s hands busy.
Happy Labor Day!