shopaholic

Don't ask me how this happened. I spent 3 weeks considering non-attachment to things, people, feelings, myself. Then, I get out, and have been shopping like a maniac ever since. Clearly I am a product of my culture.

Here are a few of the things that I have purchased in the last (ahem) three days.

- Hamilton Beech mixer (with dough hook attachment)
- New brochade curtain for back of front door
- at least 50 pounds of bulk food, like brown rice, popcorn, polenta, sunflower seeds, poppy seeds, dates, prunes, apricots, currants, raisins, baking yeast, animal crackers, chocolate chips
- stain remover sticks
- magnifying makeup mirror
- magnetic hooks to hang (new) stovetop heat diffuser and splatter screen
- dry measuring cups and steel cookie sheet
- pyrex and plastic tupperware
- magnetic strip for kitchen knives

Now, I just need to start cooking. Because eventually, I can save a lot of money by eating at home instead of going out. Except, frankly, I've been going out every night. Last night, Hamano suchi. Tonight, Colibri. Tomorrow I'll eat at home. Maybe I can give that new lemon pepper a try on a salmon filet. I also plan to use my dough hook to make naan, and bake it on my new steel cookie sheet. Unemployment is great. I feel twinges sometimes, like I should be looking for work or at least worrying about it. Perhaps I am in denial. It's sweet. (May it never end.) This weekend I want to test-drive a Toyota Prius. And maybe a BMW Mini. nd a 300 series, just in case.