My gym has been closed a day here and there lately so I’ve had to find other ways to exercise. (No, I’m not jogging out there in the cold. Or doing anything out there in the cold!) I hate treadmills too. Bleah!
What I love is to look at beautiful things. You can do this a couple of different way. You can go to a museum or an indoor arboretum (remember it’s winter here).
Or you can walk the mall. I used to love to shop but these days I don’t need clothing. Buying is no fun if there’s no place to wear it. I also need to have other people admire it too. If you don’t work, you lose your audience. That’s what makes the whole experience fun. (That and the treat at the end. It may be a pastry or a coffee or a slice of pizza – I’m easy.)
I’ve done walks at two different malls in the past week. One yielded a few purchases but the other was strictly for exercise (and a mild amount of merchandise fondling).
The real pleasure of a purely educational (and I use that term loosely) mall excursion is that I can scrutinize the best of the best. When I’m shopping for something I need I don’t have time. It’s get what you need and get out.
January is a great month for window shopping. All those people are safely back at work or school. Parking is no longer a demolition derby and the staff is more….peaceful.
I take time to examine beautiful details and admire straight seams. (None of this costs money!) Designer clothes are like works of art. It’s like looking at paintings and examining the brush strokes, lighting and color.
The great designers make clothes that make look everyone good (mostly). Flounces are tailored (and purposeful) and colors meld together. Hems hit spots on the leg that make a woman look like a dancer.
It took two hours to feed my fantasies with clothing details I have no use for. I doubt if I worked off any calories but my heart was happy and my head was clear.
Clothing, especially shoes, are my enjoyment. My husband can spent hours perusing guitars. We have friends who do auto or boat shows. It’s all the same concept.
What is your favorite “looking” pastime?