If there is such a thing as a shopping gene then I was blessed with an abundance of it. I was born to shop - or more precisely, to hunt relentlessly for sales.
Once inside a store, instinct takes over. Like a big game hunter stalking his prey, I cautiously approach the racks, searching for that one ultimate, cannot-live-without piece of clothing or jewlery. It could be lurking behind a pair of pants or in the dangling in the wrong section on a hanger with the wrong size! Most of the time I don’t even know what I am looking for but once I am on the trail of my prized quarry I can be relentless. If it's out there I will find it.
Retail outlets aren’t enough to quench my shopping thirst. For half the year I indulge my not-so-secret addiction to estate and garage sales. I enter rehab during the winter months when there’s barely a sale to be found and start shaking in the spring hopeful for indications of a garage sale fix. When I am driving my eyes are instantly attracted to the familiar red and white garage sale signs. In a trance, I find myself compelled to check out the usually false claims of “best” or “huge” sale. Typically I am disappointed and vow never to stop again…until the next “best” sale sign tempts me, encouraged by the memories of my last fabulous find.
I’ve even found some great deals in my West Bloomfield hood. By saving time and money shopping in local stomping grounds, I can splurge on something a bit more extravagant.
I know I am not the only shopaholic in town. Fellow shoppers: send me your favorite places and best deals, and I'll incorporate them into a future post. We can swap stories and maybe even an item or two.
Besides, whoever said that saving money doesn’t bring happiness doesn’t really know HOW to shop.