When the Going Gets Tough...

... the tough go shopping!
Enough of my job whining and boo hooing. There was shopping to be done and I was the one to do it. Well, I had a little help from the daughters who also happen to be quite at home in the shopping environment. I mean really... I did grow up in various malls. Seriously. My mom drug my sister's and my raggedy butts to every mall in southern Calif. If we didn't live close to one, then we drove as far as was necessary. When we did live close we were there at least once a week, at least. I can still tell you what major anchor stores were in at least four different malls. Back in the day of the Broadway, May Co. Bullocks,etc.

My sister and I can shop like noone's business. The real kicker? We don't really like to shop. Yes, that is what I said, you read it right. We like to spend time together and if that means spending some of that time at a mall or shopping center of some sort, then so be it. My mall-o-rama Mama? She doesn't like malls or shopping much anymore either. We are kinda shopped out. I don't mind going with my two girls but it is ususally for just an hour or two at the most, gone are the days of a full 10 hour shopping trip powered by nothing but an Orange Julius. Oh there were some good times in the food court, don't get me wrong. Those "Seven Kitchens" taco salads were made to energize your shopping potential. Sometimes we even treated ourselves to a gingerbread man at the "Gingerbread House". It was the coolest of the 60's with bright pink daisies that spun around on the walls. Talk about a bad drug trip.


So while I am over my shopping past, I do feel that some retail therapy is good for one's soul. It isn't chicken soup but it does feed a need.
Now shopping at Target is a totally different animal. That I could do and often do more than once a week. I can roam those frickin' aisles for hours and not get tired of it one bit. It is one stop shopping at it's finest. I am sure millions of dollars are spent by Target to push hypnotic air through their venting system. It envelopes you with some kind of shopping dust. Do you really need a citrus airfreshening spray or that bag of M&M's? Probably not, but the way they have it displayed on the end cap with that damn red "sale" sign... well who could resist the $9.99 cotton V-neck tops in fourteen absurd colors? Not me. I gotta have em all. I also need matching flip flops and a and a 4th tube of mascara. Oh don't forget to go to the back and get cat food and laundry soap, chapstick and a new blanket. Oh lord, I could go on and on. The biggest and best is the Super Target, groceries and retail, yikes...