Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Sometimes a girl, even an old girl like me, just needs to go shopping. This year is nearly half over (can you believe that?) and yet all I'd bought so far (besides groceries) were a few dvd's, dishtowels and blouses (the latter from our nifty thrift shop down the street). You go and majorly declutter your house and you become afraid to bring home more junk you might just have to sort through later. At least, I found that to be true.
But I got out this morning, early, my favorite time, before all the cars and weeping children came out as well, and I drove to the next-town-over and went to just one shopping center before I came home around an hour-and-a-half later.
I know, I know... "You call that shopping?"
Yep, for me, it's enough. Enough time to buy enough stuff and feel glad enough to get back home again. Which I am. Glad to be home, that is. It's pleasant to do and see different things... to get out amongst shelves of new, colorful things, but it's even nicer to get home amongst my own old colorful things.
Besides, since I have everything I need, basically, that good ol' verse tends to haunt me while I shop: "His heart does safely trust in her." Yep, in money areas as well as all the others, I want that verse to be true in my case, regarding Tom's heart and his safely trusting in me to spend our money sanely. So, well, the less time I shop, the less money I'll most likely spend.
And now you'll have to excuse me while I go hang my new flamingo-colored bath towels with the mint green hand towels I'll fold over them. I can't wait to see how they'll brighten our bathroom.
I love towels which don't just have the same ol' same ol' texture (click to enlarge).