Why don’t I like shopping? Hardly a rhetorical question, since I know very specifically why I loathe shopping. I don’t like making myself presentable, driving in traffic, searching for parking and then mingling with the general public. I then have to fight the sense-overload presented by most department stores, select an item, wait in line and then give someone money. And I need shoes. I swore to myself that my mental entourage would take itself to DSW and find some cute shoes today. I sold me out. It’s OK. I sent myself an impassioned text, stating we would go tomorrow. But we won’t.
I need shoes.
julie warshaw 