I have recently come to the realization that I may have a problem.
See, some women are addicted to shoes. Not me. I probably own about 12 pairs . . . total.
And other woman are all about the expensive handbags. However, I usually buy one big black all-purpose bag and use it until it basically (and sometimes literally) falls apart. So, yeah, that’s not my thing, either.
What is my thing, you might ask? Well, apparently my thing is . . .
Yep, I can’t get enough bowls. Big bowls, little bowls, even bowls with feet. But not just any bowls. Cheap plastic bowls from Target.
You see, another thing that you might or might not know about me (and will pretty much disqualify me from that sacred Girls’ Club I’ve always aspired to joining . . . nobody talks about it or anything, I’m assuming that’s one of their rules, but I just know it exists!), but I HATE to shop. Yes, that is capital letter H-A-T-E, hate. The thought of a trip to the mall, for me, is like going to the 9th circle of hell . . . it’s super hot, overcrowded with obnoxious and horrible people, and unfortunately, some place that I eventually will have to end up.
The one exception to this “shopping is hell” rule of mine, is the gloriousness that is Target. I have a love/hate relationship with Target. I absolutely love going there, but I really hate how much I spend every time I go. So I avoid going to Target unless it is absolutely necessary, because I know when I do, I will inevitably walk out of there $200 or more poorer.
I recently went there on one of my “can’t avoid it any longer” trips. I had a list of about 5 things, as I always do, and knew full well that I would get about a bajillionty more items than that. It is inevitable and I’ve made peace with it. I found myself walking through the home section, where I always seem to find some interesting things for my kitchen. On the Clearance shelf, I came across a couple of things that I just could not resist. A utensil holder that will be great for any outdoor barbeques by the pool, and a couple of little bowls with feet that will be great for salsa or guacamole. So adorable.
When I brought home my treasures and began to unpack them, my husband was currently loading the dishwasher. I pulled out my little bowls and placed them directly on the top rack, saying to him, “look I’m helping! And guess what, sweetie . . . I got some more bowls!!” His response: “Oh good, because I think we might have been running out.”
For some reason, I don’t think he was quite as thrilled with my new acquisitions as I was. I really can’t understand why . . .
What? I mean, it will only become an issue if I run out of room for the bowls!!
Ok, fine. I may have a problem. The first step is admitting it, I guess. But, I can quit if I want! Really, it’s not like I need the bowls or anything. They are just so adorable and useful! And it seems like every time I go to Target, they have new designs and colors and styles and . . .
I think I need to go shopping.
What are your out of the ordinary obsessions/addictions? Please share so I don’t feel quite so bizarre and alone!