Do you remember what the pleasures of weekend retail therapy used to mean?
Probably some brunch, a stroll down Newbury Street, followed by spending some time gaping at Louboutins in Nieman Marcus or meandering through Barney's---but usually you end up settling on some jeans at Ann Taylor Loft or a pair of flats from Cole Haan. Ah, the good life.
These days it's a liiiiiittle different.
Yesterday, I've discovered that same thrill and fat-cat satisfaction can be found in the bulk aisle of your grocery store.
Oh yes. You heard me.
I spent an hour in the grocery store yesterday, probably half of it in the bulk aisle, luxuriating in not being rushed, not clutching a toddler, and meandering down every. single. aisle. Oh, sure, I had a mission---to restock the pantry (probably inspired by Sandy), but really? The grocery store??
I'm not sure if I'm really impressed with myself or really in denial.
But as of today, we are fully stocked for any impending storms or nights of lazy meal-planning. And depending on how the election goes tomorrow, I may want to drown myself in lentils and quinoa and walnuts.