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[labrujah]

I love packing to go on trips, it's related to the driving impulse I had as a child to layer as many clothes on my Barbies as possible, so they would never be cold. That nerdy little voice inside my head that like to cover all the bases and know what pocket my tweezers are in and also figure out which one pair of shoes will go with everything -- i.e. who I will be for the next four days.

This time I am bringing a half or mostly empty bag, because I know I will be demanding to go to all the thrift stores. It's like a magnetic pull. I haven't yet met my match, the person who can shop as much as me and not get bored. Not the vapid, neutered-to-death, office-appropriate shopping of Diesel and Club Monaco, but the shopping that peers into every obscure junk museum, dirty street stall and homeless guy's blanket on the ground. The shopping that lifts, weighs and evaluates each precious, flawed fruit of the world, gauging it and your desire for it simultaneously.

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[enn.livejournal.com]

you are going to sf no?
there are some real grand shops there; at least that i remember..

when i was young & had to pack i had to make sure that i packed the perfect things for the moods i might have. & now; i like to travel w. the absolute least possible..

but i shop that way. i am obsessive. & loony. & everyone goes crazy when they shop w. me because they cannot look at everything. or they dont know how to sift properly. it may be an art form.

have a nice trip lady.

[amedsped.livejournal.com]

oh my gosh if i forget my tweezers on a trip i almost die! i have to go to a gas station or a walgreens the second i get off the plane.

[cataplexy.livejournal.com]

one thing's for sure, I will never surpass your love of shopping. most days, there's nothing I can think of that would be worse than having to go shopping. I think it was all those excrutiating hours I was forced to spend as a kid in Marshalls with my mom -- I swear to god she'd take an hour to decide between two blouses that lookeded almost identical, while I was bored to death and missing all the awesome cartoons at home on TV. I vowed while hiding in one of those circular clothing racks that shopping would be the sworn enemy of all that is good in my life from that day forward. I have not rescinded that vow yet.