I liked it…really liked it…so much that I went to visit it at Hudson’s Bay.
I examined it. Carried it around the purse department and even took out the paper stuffing to see how it would hang if it wasn’t stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey.
But I didn’t buy it. Although I really liked the purse, I know that I can be influenced by peer pressure. (I’m lucky I hung with a nice group in high school or I might have gotten into some serious trouble.) Did I want the handbag just because D had it?
“I want your purse,” I said the next time I talked to D. (So much for introspection about my propensity to be guided by peer pressure!)
“Then buy it.”
“You won’t think I’m some creepy purse stalker?”
She sighed. “Just get the purse if you love it that much.”
I’m calling it my post-strike treat.
D called the next day.
“I bought our purse,” I said.
“I knew you would. It’s lovely.”
“Lovely and on sale! Mine was $65 less than yours.”
“Yes,” I said. “Clearly the shopping gods like me more than they like you.”
She grumbled a bit.
“Have you bought anything else I might like?” I asked.