As a teenager I was never really interested in shopping. I remember accompanying my mother on her many shopping excursions, book in hand, engrossed in my reading while she dragged me from shop to shop. Going over the floor to ceiling bulging shelves with a practiced eye, selecting , rejecting fabric, haggling over prices while constantly admonishing me to keep an eye on her countless carrier bags.
It wasn’t after I had been on my own for a while that I felt the dormant shopping genes within me rise to the surface with a vengeance. I began to enjoy what I once considered to be an arduous chore .
Going into shops , sifting through piles, all the while keeping an eye out for bargains. Coupons being the holy grail of the entire experience.The surmounting anticipation of watching the $$$ amount go lower and lower as the scanner ran over…
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