Havent shopped for a month now. To me thats like saying I havent eaten for a month now. Both of which were unthinkable to start with, and only one who sees me can imagine how antsy one has become. Climbing the walls. I have dreams of being let loose in a mall with carte blanche. Dreams of running amok with a trolley in the hypermarket, ruthlessly pushing aside dwaddling, indecisive shoppers and flinging all I can find into my staggeringly loaded trolley which then mows me down in act of retribution. The husband senses this and knows the snapping irritably at seeing the bedsheet all askew after having straightened it for the one zillionth time is only because of shopping deprivation, and not because of total frustration at one’s poor housekeeping skills. Speaking of which just discovered a pigeon’s nest in a potted plant in my bedroom window grill. Under my airconditioner. Bleeding heart me, carefully shifted the damn plant from the location to warmer spot, braving irate mother pigeon trying to peck out my eyes. Poor eggs. They dont deserve a perma drip wet location in this already freezing monsoon situation.
Coming back to the no shopping situation, it would seem rather ridiculous to go shopping just because. Considering that the wardrobe has war cries emanating from it in the still of the night with clothes fighting for space and bags shoved under beds and shoes now making their way slyly into hubby’s shoe drawers. So now have shifted focus. Will shop for the home. That way can continue with the pleasure of shopping. And the home will look a bit presentable too…Coming to think of it, I’ve been dressed to the nines and the house is groaning under five year old upholstery and furnishings. The heart always finds a reason.