My daughter and I arrived in Vegas at 9:30am and went straight to our hotel. After quickly checking in we strolled down to Fashion Show Mall. If you haven't been there it is an enormous collection of stores- among which are many of my favorites. We don't have a Zara in my town, and last year I found an amazing maxi dress there, so I was looking forward to going- but mixed with some trepidation.
Then a miracle happened. Because I'm carefully considering each purchase instead of launching headlong into buying, buying, buying, buying, buying...most things just don't intrigue me anymore. The careful consideration seems to have made my my purchase trigger finger much less triggery. Is that a word?
And something funky weird is happening. I'm shopping and shopping and shopping and I'm really not finding that much I really want to buy. The world is ending. It is strange and unfamiliar territory and I may have dropped straight into The Twilight Zone.
My birthday is coming up so in a month so I know I'll have an opportunity to get something and that is keeping me on the hunt, but this disaffection with shopping is scaring me. However my daughter seems to be doing fine.
The count for today:
2 swimsuits
1 prom dress
1 pair jeans
2 summer dresses
1 very cool black tshirt
Earrings and a necklace
The real hell was that we spent 8 HOURS STRAIGHT SHOPPING. Something that in the past I would have enjoyed with wonder and glee. The saving grace was the 8 hours I spent with my beautiful girl all to myself.
Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up from the nightmare with a renewed sense of commitment to acquisition. If not, someone better call a medic, because I'm sick and might not recover.
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