Let’s delve into my psyche today. I wouldn’t ordinarily divulge my psychological idiosyncracies, but I’m so proud to have survived my latest shopping excursion I have to share with you all.
You see, shopping gives me a tremendous amount of anxiety. I’m not sure why this is, but I avoid shopping as much as I can. It’s completely against the female stereotype, but there it is. I walk around in outdated clothes because new clothes are in stores (I loathe stores), and cost way more than I think they’re worth (I don’t want to be poor). I get sweaty palms when I have to order up wax, fragrance oils and dyes for my candle production. I curse myself when a pan or cooking utensil becomes unusable – replacement calls for a shopping trip. You get the idea.
This past weekend I couldn’t put it off any longer. A trip to a store (or two) was necessary. Luckily Husby agreed to accompany me. Without him I would have collapsed into a mass of indecision, paralyzed in the retail headlights, at the mercy of *gasp* a sales person.
Yep, after eighteen years of fine service the washer and dryer Husby bought before we were married finally began acting in a way that made us fear for our lives. They had to be replaced, which meant shopping. Big shopping. This shopping was such a frightful thought to me I put off the task for two weeks before I decided my exploding dryer anxiety outweighed my shopping anxiety.
Surprisingly it was relatively painless, with Husby’s help. We got a pretty fancy washer/dryer combo, and on sale to boot. With the money we saved on that we threw all caution to the wind and got ourselves a new dehumidifier too. Husby then rewarded my bravery with lunch at a nearby restaurant. Food rewards are always well received.
All that’s left is the big delivery day and I can start doing laundry in a whole new way. Apparently this new-fangled washer works without a center twisty agitator thing, which is gentler on clothes. You know what that means? Longer lasting clothes = less clothes shopping for me! Yay!
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