I am (perhaps) one of those weird people who doesn't like shopping. If there is a necessary thing I need (say, a box fan to cool the house) I don't mind going out and picking one up. While I'm in the store, I might even pause to look at something that catches my eye on the way to the box fans. But I have never been the kind of person who plans her free time around the chance to stroll stores, malls, and shops for hours at a time, just to see what I might want to buy.
Trying on clothes, even the most basic, is a chore I put off until my clothing items are hanging by a thread. I totally understand that shopping is a relaxing and fun pastime for lots and lots of people. But it isn't for me.*
This non-shopping habit of mine means I have a fairly sparse summer wardrobe. We've finally hit our warm temperatures here in the northwest, and my spring, autumn, and winter sweater-and-jeans ensemble just ain't cutting it. So the other day, I went shopping to find some cooler clothes.
After trying on fifty or seventy clothing items, I scored three t-shirts and a skirt I liked. (pitiful, I know) But while I was trudging between the racks and the fitting room, I saw this little chuckle:
It is a hot dog slicer with a doggy dish for ketchup! No, I didn't buy it, mostly because it would be useless in my household, and also because it's one of those "convenience" items that looks like it might be more hassle than it's worth.
Even though it's cute, I left the little plastic wiener slicer behind, picked up my four hard-won summer clothing items, and strolled over to the other side of the store so I could buy, (you guessed it)....a box fan to cool the house.
*the exception is bookstores. I can spend hours there.
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