Madame Blueberry & Listlessness

We've all done it. You're cruising along, everything's groovy and it hits you like a...I can't think of 

anything. It just hits you, ok? You get it into your head that it's a fantastic idea to go to the store. Because, 

why not? It's therapeutic, you get to look at cute junk, you might run into someone you know...Just kidding 

about that last one. I have nightmares about running into people I know at the store. I had a bad experience. True story.

Edit: Okay as I was kindly reminded, shopping is not therapeutic for everyone...shoot, shopping is rarely therapeutic for me, what's therapeutic is finding what I was looking for. I would have to be in a mood to feel like describing shopping as exclusively a "therapeutic" pastime...like, a really rich mood or something. Anyway - my point is that everyone has a place. Whether it's a book store, clothing store, fabric store, fireworks store or an extremely obscure sci-fi paraphernalia online store, there's a soft spot for everyone that makes purchasing something, whatever that may be, enticing. So...back to shopping... .>>>

Another perk of random shopping is that there's a slight possibility you might stumble across something you've been wanting, or maybe you'll find something you didn't know you wanted yet. Spoiler: That last one can be a problem child. 

Any other Veggie Tales viewers out there? I grew up with 4 younger siblings so I could maybe blame it on

them, but truthfully we were all passionate about the singing produce with good values. Madame Blueberry

was one of those stories that just gets to you. She goes to Stuff Mart and buys and buys and buys, this is

after an extreme emotional breakdown over her lack of stuff. In the end she destroys her own home by

bringing in too many things she never even needed.

Moral of the story: Life as a blueberry isn't fun. No, well I mean, yes - just think of Violet Beauregard...

Violet, you're turning VIOLET, Violet! But, no.

 Ok actually in the case of Madame Blueberry the moral is that materialism isn't the road to happiness and that we should be grateful for what we have, but that's sort of a given. My point is that it's helpful to have an idea of what you're looking for and what you need. 

When I just stroll through a store (which I sometimes do, it isn't intrinsically evil) without an idea of what I'm looking for or without a list of things I need, it's not out of the ordinary for me to come home with an odd conglomeration of stuff that does nothing more than contribute to my husband's opinion that I am a weirdo. That's his story and he's sticking to it. 

It's a good idea to have a list. 

It can be a list with weird stuff on it, then it's organized weirdness instead of stream of consciousness weirdness which is what can start happening when you just shop without direction. 

Application: I'm excited about fall. Really excited, it's my favorite time of year and those are my favorite clothes to wear. Leggings, boots, sweaters, scarves, what I'm describing here is what fall is supposed to require not the 80 degree fall weather we can expect. Bless our hearts. We try. 

I just finished writing a list of probably 20 things I could use this fall/winter season. I most likely won't get everything on the list, probably not even close. But now when I go shopping I have a reference point pertaining to what I need. 

This isn't a hard fast rule, but it's certainly helpful if you enjoy shopping. Just jot down stuff you want or are looking for so when the urge hits you, you can shop with confidence and not destroy your home with loads of weird stuff you don't need like Madame Blueberry did. It could happen, have you seen Hoarders? What Not to Wear? Okay then. 

5 things on my list right now: 

Gray cardigan

Lace up black or charcoal boots 

Red skinny jeans 

Ankle boots 

Long sweaters to pair with leggings (This counts as one item, don't think about it). 

Love,

The Weirdo.