The list of differences between myself and my middle sister Carrie is a long one, but so mnay singular points on that list could be used to summarize them all. Like shopping, for instance.
I approach shopping almost like it’s a sport, there are strategies for finding the right purchase,and I will search high and low and online for deals on brands in an attempt to get more for my money. And then there are the happy, accidental scores – as if the store fumbled, and I picked up the ball and ran with it. Of course, it’s all staged by the stores, and given the amount of money I’ve blown and the number of items that have gone to Goodwill with the tags still attached, I’d say I’m a big loser.
Carrie on the other hand, approaches shopping like it’s a supermarket sweep. She likes to got to this place that gives you an unmarked bag as you enter, and you pay by the weight when you leave. Or at least she used to. I don’t know if that place is still open, as I only went once and that was many years ago. For some reason, sifting through piles and piles of unorganized clothing is completely overwhelming to me. Unless it’s at a Barney’s sale.
Weirdly, we seem to overlap in the area of fit. Carrie’s store doesn’t offer dressign rooms. When you’re paying $1 for pants, you can’t be too picky about how they fit. In my case, if I can find Theory pants on sale for $100, I’ll buy them even if they’re a little tight. I just call them my aspirational pants and promise myself to lose the weight.
(And then eventually give them to Goodwill.)
