I used to love going shopping. Not grocery shopping, clothing shopping. I was like the energizer bunny . . . I could just go for hours and not get bored. Even after I had my first child, i still loved to go. I would just load him up in the ring sling and off we’d go to the mall.
It seems that I no longer have that love for shopping. I went shopping with my 3 year old today. We went to a consignment shop, a second hand store and the mall, and we were out for about 3 hours. I came home feeling like, “Blech, that wasn’t particularly enjoyable.” Obviously, the time with the 3 year old was fabulous . . .the shopping . .. not so much. Add to that a) the shoes I bought for the toddler were too big and b) the two shirts I did find somehow didn’tmake it home with me. I’m thinking I left them on top of the car, or maybe even in the store. *sigh*
When I got home, I couldn’t help thinking that I would have much rather spent the 3 hours at a fabric store finding fabric and patterns to make things for myself. Of course, then I’d have to find the time to actually create the garments, but that just sounded like so much more fun than wandering from store to store and finding nothing.
Alas, my shopping days are over. But, I suppose that’s not the end of the universe, right?