Merry Death

Target Is My Lover

I love Target. I love going there and looking at all the 4 million things I have seen before. Over there, we have the shirts I already have 6 of (only in black). On the other side, the 3 pairs of Speedo slides that I own, one for now, two for later.
Over on the home decorating isles, there are piles of "in" things that I love but won't but because I willlove next season's crap as well and want it all. Damn marketers.
I think of Target as a well stocked second home. I go there to visit the things I will never buy and lament their loss when someone buys the last hula placemat, the last striped patio umbrella, the last of my favorite stretchy SAHM pants. I miss them all so.

Vivienne has all but destroyed my zen like Target trance. We enter into the store and ll seems well. Buy the time we hit the first corner (we all know the circle, cmon), she is up in the seat, reaching for me to be put down. Then we start the "watch how fast a 3 ft tall person can go" game. Oh boy, thats a fun one. Did I need to shop for something? Better not now.

My new church service is for Phil to allow me to go on Sunday. When the store isn't all that busy. I get to see all the new things that arrived during the week and were put out for all the weekend shoppers. I gaze longingly at the plastic tubs in bright, summer-like colors, I peruse the vaccuum isle even thought mine works just fine. Sometimes I even go into the hair appliance isle and pretend like I want a curling iron. Can't do that with a baby. Nope.

Meredith

posted by Metalmeredith @ 11:26 AM