When I had a full-time job, I worked to turn Christmas shopping into a joyous event. I hate buying for others. I always stress over whether the recipient will like or use what I chose. I have had my share of gifts that I passed on to Goodwill or wondered what on earth they were thinking. (For my friends and family who are reading this post, it wasn’t your gift which I truly valued!)
The person I most enjoy buying for is me. Yeah, it makes me sound selfish and self-absorbed but who best to know what I like! So…to make Christmas shopping interesting I came up with this formula. For every gift I purchase, I buy something for me! This is the one time of year when I let loose. My birthday is in January so everyone including me is all broke and sick of shopping. That makes Christmas mean so much more (at least until I move my birthday to July).
It’s an event. When I worked, I took a day off. I shopped and then treated myself to a wonderful lunch at one of my favorite places. I enjoy my own company so being alone for lunch was never an issue. In fact, there was never an argument over where I would eat and no argument over the bill.
I anticipated something similar for this year. However, retirement has put a damper on my joyous event. I don’t need clothes, or shoes, or stuff. Damn! I don’t need anything – not even underwear. How boring is that?
I can be perfectly content trying on clothes and not buying them but knowing that even if I was tempted, I wouldn’t have anywhere to wear it made me almost wish for a part-time job. Almost.
My gift shopping is finished and I only bought one thing for me. I did try on a bunch of clothes – like skinny red jeans to go with the top I bought. Although they fit perfectly and looked great with the top, I don’t anticipate wearing them enough to justify the purchase. The top would look as good with regular jeans or black jeans and I have tons of both.
To save the day, I spent a good hour in the shoe department fondling shoes. Seriously, I can be happy just touching them and trying them on. I like funky shoes. I always did. I wore them until my feet rebelled. Now I try to find funky shoes that aren’t 4 inches high or totally unsupported. I found a new designer (at least to me) called Blow Fish. Eyowza! I loved everything they had. Beautiful colors and unusual designs. I had such a good time there that I treated myself to a wonderful hot dog for lunch.
Yes, I know. I really know how to have a good time!
The irony is that when you work you don’t have the time or sometimes the energy to shop but you do have the occasions to wear clothes. When you are retired, you have the time to shop but it just isn’t fun when you can’t wear it to work the next day.
Sale headline courtesy of Macy’s and shoes courtesy of Blow Fish.