I Don’t Like Shopping (Part One: The Purse)


I am not your typical woman. I don’t enjoy shopping for things like clothes, and make-up and cushions for my couch. Unless we are talking about a bookstore, I don’t just ‘browse’. I go shopping when I have something specific to purchase. And then I go, I seek, I find, I buy and I leave. Done. Boom.

Over the years, I have told my girlfriends about this unfeminine side of my personality but they either think I am joking or they only think they understand.

But they really don’t understand.

A friend of mine finally ‘got’ it one time when we were both at a conference in Montreal. Our hotel was lost way outside the city in a sea of businesses and industrial complexes. There was also a mall, just across the street. I had stayed at this particular hotel many times but had never even considered visiting the mall before this, which was enormous (just to qualify: there was no English bookstore). The first night we arrived, the conference-goers all had a bit of time to kill. I mentioned that I needed a new purse (the one I had; the only one I had; was falling apart and becoming embarrassing to carry around). My friend, who adored shopping, quickly offered to join me. “Sure,” I shrugged, “But… this won’t take long: I just need a new purse.”

She gave me a knowing nod (which I didn’t understand at the time) and the two of us were soon on our way. Within minutes we were walking through the door of the mall and directly into the first big, high-end department store. I am very good at finding what I want when I have to go shopping. Like a highly-alert bird of prey, I stop, I scan the aisles for as far as I can see, I spot the department signs near the ceiling which indicate at least the direction of the department I am looking for. And then, I go, I seek, I find, I buy and I leave.

This time was no different: it took me no time at all to find the section with the purses. I quickly scanned them for colour preference, cost and most important: practicality (in my world, pretty is always secondary to sensible). Within minutes, I had my desired purchase in my hands and was looking around for the nearest cashier.

Done. Boom.

My friend was crestfallen. “But,” she stammered, “All you looked at were the purses! You can’t be ready to leave already!?”

“Well I found what I was looking for,” I pointed out, still quite pleased at how quickly the ordeal had been successfully terminated.

She stood, stricken and rooted to the spot. She looked like a little girl who had just had a treasured toy stolen. “You really DON’T like shopping!” she exclaimed, in a tone that left no doubt I was the first female she had ever encountered who suffered this particular malady.

I wish I could tell you that I took pity on her and spent the rest of the evening at her side as she shopped her little heart out. But my memory, after finding the purse I wanted, is curiously blank.

Done. Boom.

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Patti Moore Wilson/ © wednesdayschildca.wordpress.com


Author: Patti Moore Wilson, wednesdayschild2

I write what I feel. And I rarely know exactly what I feel until I write. I have lived long enough to have known many joys and many sorrows. I have made many mistakes; I have forgiven myself for a few… I have learned that there are lessons in every step of this journey, if we only take the time to pay attention… I hope you will feel free to pick and choose the stories that resonate for you…

19 thoughts on “I Don’t Like Shopping (Part One: The Purse)”

  1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts… while I have gone with others “shopping” and I do not have anything against shopping, I generally know what I wish to shop for, the best places to find what I want, purchase and leave (or shop online these days)… leaving me more time for other things… I have, however, gone to stores, etc and browsed just out of curiosity.. 🙂

    “Until you value yourself, you won’t value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it.” ― M. Scott Peck,

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  2. Your post resonated with the kind of person I am too. I hate shopping unless I absolutely have to get something. It’s partially about sensory overload — too many choices and too many times getting screwed buying things that I thought would last for a while and they didn’t. The “disposable economy” is very unappealing. Like buying a new dishwasher and having it crap out in a little over two years. It speaks poorly of the company that made it and breaks my trust as a consumer who wants quality versus quantity.

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    1. Thanks so much for this comment: I am old enough to remember when kitchen appliances lasted for DECADES. And I am old enough to remember when customer loyalty meant EVERYTHING to the company selling the merchandise. With the oceans filling up with our garbage, I hope I live long enough to see us return to quality over quantity. Not holding my breath though…😔

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  3. I am so with you on that, that’s exactly how I shop. I think it’s ridiculous when people act like that’s a defect of some kind, just because so many have been brainwashed by the marketing machine. Oops, was that a rant?

    Want to hang out and do anything but shop? Done. Boom.

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  4. I feel exactly the same. Everyone I know knows this about me though and most of them just accept it about me. The thought of spending hours in the pursuit of clothes/makeup etc just doesn’t thrill me like others I know. I do, on occasion, go into town on my own but I’m only really okay with it if I’m on my own for the whole time I’m there. Usually, if I DO go into town, I shop super quick and then I can be found in any number of coffee shops, or the art gallery or even the coffee shop in the art gallery (it’s closed for the foreseeable however, so other coffee shops suffice). I can also be seduced into town with the promise of food or drink and really, that’s the only way you’ll get me in there. I don’t care that I’m not a ‘typical’ woman, because what the hell is that anyhow?

    If I do go shopping, you’re more likely to find me in a DIY store or in a Garden Centre. I work in a Supermarket and I’m quite happy to spend time shopping for groceries too. I also love thrift stores or charity shops and markets are interesting to me as long as I’m not being dragged behind some designer store loving shopaholic (I know them, I’m just not friends with them). Gawd, how I hate THOSE extortionate places – impersonal holes full of over priced, over duplicated stuff (that anyone with enough money can buy). I love being in an ancient European city (for example), ambling down quaint little streets and stumbling upon quirky antique shops and the like. It’s the only kind of shopping that makes me smile. When we were in Rome recently, my daughter and I were ‘ambling’ after dinner, and she found a tiny shop (I didn’t even see it) that sold old maps and compasses and all the stuff that she loves. It was meant to be. If I HAVE to shop, that’s the kind of shop I’d choose to go into.

    (sorry…overcommenting about stuff again!!) x

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    1. Funny how you never know, when you write a blog post, what will ‘work’ and what won’t. This one seems to have touched a collective nerve, and I really thought it would just be a light, funny piece. What’s even more curious, I started out with something entirely different in mind (posting that one tomorrow) and THIS piece came out instead. You sound like my kind of shopper. Promise me dessert and I’ll come a lot more willingly 😊😊😊 LOVE when you ‘overcomment, BTW…❤️

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    1. Thanks so much for dropping by, for commenting and also for following my blog 😊 I had to look up ‘op shop’ 😊 And I actually love going into those types of stores too. Much better for the environment and they are usually very focussed on the needs of the community, especially low-income families, which is always a good thing 😊


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