I hate shopping.
I do not like shopping for clothing. Nothing is the size it says it is, or my body changes from minute to minute depending upon make and style.
I do not like shopping for food. What an utter waste of time. You eat it, digest it, evacuate it… yep it all turns to shyte as my granny used to say.
I hate shopping for presents..ya just never really know what to purchase to make your bratty and selfish siblings and grands “happy” for longer than five minutes. And forget making them something. Then their reactions are all shocked or disgusted.
BUT, I love shopping in hardware stores..and if they are mercantiles it is even better.
I love sorting through the tools, checking each handle for fit or heft. The “good stuff” is always at the back of the stores. Searching each aisle for things I have absolutely no use for is my idea of heaven.
Plumbing aisles with odd shaped pipes, tiny bottles of purple goop with strange applicators for God only knows what use….this is FUN.
I adore sifting through bins of nails or screws searching for just the right type or size.
Electric aisles with wires on wooden cylinders that I can make small garden tables from…plugs, outlets, adapters………none needed yet fun to own.
Organizer boxes with bin after bin of useless stuff that once a year is absolutely necessary in order to fix some broken home appliance.
Glues of every kind…….bottles, tubes, sprays, buckets………..they are all available.
Paints of every type or style. AND the paint colors can be changed to whatever you bring in to match. (I once took an electric blue bra in to match a paint color and the employee never batted an eye!)
George (the hubby) hates shopping too…even at the hardware store….and is convinced I need mental help for my hardware enthusiasm. I just think of it as retail therapy.