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idle hands are the devil’s Gilt sprees
There is a gap between the person I am, and the person I want to be, and into that gap falls sweater happiness. I picture myself lounging in cashmere beside a fireplace while waving a volume of Lisa Robertson’s poetry, or fly-fishing in Scotland while wearing chunky cable knit.
None of my jobs pay me well enough to support an emotionally fueled makeup addiction.
Bags seem to be the splurge of choice, followed by shoes.
Now that we’re adults, many of us don’t wait until our birthday to buy new clothes, and we certainly don’t wait until Christmas to download that album we’ve been wanting. So what do we put on our holiday wishlists?
I’m surfing the crimson wave, managing a red scare, on the rag. And god am I tired of how much it costs.
It had never occurred to me that the box could be empty. I mean, I was barely six years old; the idea that you could accidentally carry home an empty box instead of a gyroscope just wasn’t part of my worldview.
Sorry, America, you’re not going to get any work out of your desk jockeys today. We’ve got shopping to do.
If you want to try to track down your misplaced possessions, try the Unclaimed Baggage Center in Scottsboro, Alabama. Just make sure to bring your wallet.