Thursday, September 26, 2013
I'm a shopaholic. I keep trying to deny it, but when something upsets me I go shopping online. It starts innocently enough. For instance. Dad passed away. I ended up with his herringbone Harris Tweed sport cap. He wore it all the time. Now suddenly, out of nowhere I "need" a Harris Tweed sport coat to go with it.
I don't really need a coat of any kind. What I need is to wait out the pain of my grief over my dad's passing. But it does feel like the sport coat would make me happy. For right now I need to get away from shopping sites. Right now, today, the computer is for work and for writing. There is no online shopping site.