Ok so chuck of finger is a bit of exaggeration but it still requires a bandaid so that I don't get blood on the dolls. It's really rather pathetic how many of those I have on hand. I think maybe my shopping psyche thinks I actually am Freeda Fail.
I got a catalog from The Company Store today and tossed it right into the recycle bin without even a peak. I'm proud. I have several severe weak spots:
Brightly patterned comforters
I've been pretty good lately. I don't use nearly the office supplies I used to. I use the computer. I've also kind of wrestled the bag problem to the ground. I have a great every day bag, a good backpack. My best shopping bag is getting a little ratty but I'm ok with replacing that if needed.
But brightly patterned comforters... my downfall. Not duvet covers. I really don't like those. Comforters. Bright. And soft. This is my ideal comforter. It's no longer available anywhere. But there's almost no limit to what I would pay for one...
I have two bright, fluffy, soft comforters in rotation now and both are fine and in perfect shape and do not need replacing. So I try hard not to look at anything like that stupid catalog. (Besides, The Company Store hasn't had any really good ones in a while.)
The only time I left my apartment was that one mail run. I'm not likely to leave again today. The only conversation I've had with actual people was the quicky passing greetings at the gym. I listened to a podcast today about the sad, lonely lives of single elderly people. The examples they gave were of people way more active socially than I am - but still described them as pathetic, sad, lonely and in need of rescue. And... yet... I feel exactly the opposite of sad and lonely and on most days the opposite of elderly. And the first person who tries to rescue me will probably be sorry!