Ever.
The girls at work like to run over to World Market on our lunch break every two or three weeks. Lots of days we work through our lunch hours, and so it's a nice mini-lunch-break-sized-teeny-tiny-mental-vacation.
It's always a wildly fun and fruitful little excursion. It begins with three or four of us piled into one car, driving the half mile over to this store filled with the most random cute things none of us actually need, but that are so over-the-top fun-cool-colorful-you-fill-in-the-blank that we holler out to one another to come see from across the department. It ends with all of us making some sort of purchase in a bag (or two or six) that we would never have imagined ourselves making two hours earlier in the day.
Yesterday's purchase for me included this cooler than cool looking bottle of wine with an awesome oiled bronze number one somehow attached to it, (Who knows if the wine is good? We all know I am a sucker for marketing.) some printed parchment paper (That actually caused the baker in me to squeal with delight out loud, picturing springtime baked goods in a box lined with it.) and finally, these cupcake slash muffin liners that look oh-so-french-bakery...oh, and they were on clearance, which somehow justified them jumping into my cart. Twenty-four dollars and some change later I was back at my desk, wondering how the heck that happened.
Mmmm hmm.
I simply cannot escape this shop without some sort of purchase being made that I have no rhyme or reason for. I leave with my bag in hand, torn between a feeling of euphoria over the adorableness of who-knew-I was-gonna-find-something-that-cute and oh-my-ga-I-said-I-wasn't-gonna-buy-anything-and-I-still-need-to-buy-more-paint-for-the-livingroom.
It's like kryptonite is pumped into the air, and I am powerless once I walk through those automated doors. Do you have a store that has this kind of power over you? A shop that renders you helpless to use the good sense God gave you?
Please, tell me I am not alone on this one.
