I spent the day browsing through flea markets and thrift shops with my mom. Iím one of those shoppers that make sales clerks want to shoot themselves: I sift through every shiny object and rack of clothing, try on dozens of outfits, and take forever deliberating over which items to buy before finally settling on a single thing (if Iím lucky!).
I guess itís about the thrill of the huntóyou never know what youíll find on those dusty shelves or overcrowded racks. I just enjoy the experience more than I do the actual objectsóa lot of times itís doing things that makes me happier than actually having things. Okay, except for maybe getting my hands on a Macbook Air. Having one of those cute little laptops would make me very, very happy.