No interest in shopping

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I was never into shopping just for shopping, but I so remember the ole back to school shopping when I was a kid. It's nowhere near as much fun as a parent.

That was something I looked forward to all year long. Oh, looking back I can see the sensory things I loved so much, but then didn't catagorize them as that.

I'm big into smelling. That's my sensory thing. There are smells I cannot stand that most people won't smell and those that I love that most people don't notice. Then there are those I LOVE LOVE LOVE that everyone else liked but it wasn't a problem for them when they switched from mimeograph to xerox machines. Yeah, those of you who know what I mean about that, post OLD SCHOOL for me! Smelling those handouts.

But the whole thing of shopping for school! Going to the mall with my mother and grandmother. The smell of those new clothes. Now, at that point in time, in the 70s a lot of kids clothes were fire retardant and they had a certain smell to them. Some found it distasteful, I loved it. Then all the paper, the Trapper Keeper, the lunch box, the pencils with whatever I wanted on them, laying on my stomach on the floor in front of the console TV sharpening them and I swear I think there was a Charlie Brown on, or at least some tv special on.

The whole back to school thing brings back so many memories for me. Memories that I can never again have, not only because the people are gone, but so are those times. My kids went back to school in July. I was in Florida in July, on the beach with my grandmother! We went back the Tuesday after Labor Day, like everybody else did then! We got out after Memorial Day!

Bear with me and read my memories for a minute, or just skip over this, either way is OK.

On Labor day we always had a BBQ. My grandfather always got hickory chips and he let me sort them with him from the bag and throw them into the water/whiskey mixture that morning so they could soak. He never let me near the fire to throw them in though. My grandmother par boiled the ribs, made potato salad, made baked potatoes, oven roasted corn, green beans, fried red tomatoes, other late summer vegetables that the farmers market was almost out of.

While the ribs were cooking and everything else was too, we had other things to do. We had to finish shelling the bushels of purple hull peas my grandmother put up every year. I sat in the livingroom with all those old ladies, shelling pieas and listening to gossip. It was the last day I could wear my shorts. Not because it was the official end of summer, but because it was the de facto end of summer. Nevermind that summer could last here until November, no more shorts for me. And my grandmother made me nice shorts every summer.

Typing that made me even remember more. I'm sorry. I wasnt hijacking your thread. But the back to school shopping. Oh man, it was great!

Frances

It's getting to the point that I don't care about shopping, anymore. I already have a lot of clothes. I don't care for most of the clothes that they sell for men or women these days. I can never find any runners like a pair of Nikes that I once bought, because they keep changing the colours and the styles. Now that I'm wearing underpants again but with padding inside, I thought that I would get a bargain by buying a 6 pack of the cheapest kind. It turns out that they're not what I've bargained for and they're pretty small to be an Extra Large. I'll just put them downstairs and get some good ones at Army & Navy, tomorrow when they open. I also felt sickened by the lack of Kinks merchandise at HMV, after an under dressed teenage girl pointed me out to her friends and said, "Look at her....ewe!" like a pathetic Valley Girl and I turned at them and said, "I look a lot better than any of you do!" I'm not walking back into that mall for a very long time.

I hate shopping, and yet I always am forced to accompany my sister several times a week around the mall because of her fear of being alone. My parents always want me to buy more clothes, because I generally wear the same things day to day and I have very specific tastes in the clothing I wear and will only wear certain fabrics, cuts and brands. So my parents will send me to the mall, but of course my sister won't leave me around and I end up having to follow her around makeup stores and pungent-odored clothing stores when my parents really just want me to go the two stores that carry stuff I can comfortably wear and then choose some new colors of the styles I like. This domination my sister has over me only amplifies my hate for shopping. I'm generally quite fast when I'm alone and can focus, basically just because I don't like the mall and want to get out and I know what I want. I don't care much about sales except that I will buy jeans when they are on sale because the only ones that are comfortable to me are extremely expensive and my parents don't normally want to spend that much money on me because they think I'm still growing. My parents don't like shopping as well, leaving my sister as the only one that actually likes shopping. Other than the two stores in the mall I will go to, I like to buy t-shirts online and when I go to museum gift shops because they're more clever than what is sold here.

I don't like shopping either partly because I'm very practical. Just because a store is having a sale does NOT mean that it is a good deal; especially when you don't have money to waste or a good practical use for it. Why should I buy cloths on sale simply because they are a bargain when I have plenty cloths that I seldom wear

Yer but in order to make friends, sometimes you've got to show a bit of interest in what they like, especially if it's rather mainstream like shopping. If I completely disconnect myself from those things, I feel like I am alienating myself.

I feel like I'm an alien when I participate with others in things I have no interest in because i feel like I'm pretending to be something I'm not. I'd rather have no friends than friends I have to put on an act with

Shopping is hell. The shops are full of horrible, noisy, ignorant people spending money they can't afford on crap they don't need. I don't do shopping.

When I was little my parents used to drag me around the supermarket when they did 'the big shop'. I think I'll report them for child abuse.

I like shopping. I like looking at all the items and selecting them and obtaining my new items. If I can get them cheaply it's even better. Once I'm finally moved and unpacked I can't wait to go to The Mish (what people I know call the city mission thrift store) and look for cheap little unique things that I'll need or to decorate my home. Once I got several pairs of jeans in there for $1 each.

I only shop for clothes footwear etc if its an absolute necessity. But I shop for books obsessively. I must own every book my fav authors write.

I hate going out and shopping (most of the time), but I do like online shopping. In fact, the only problem is I get too addicted to eBay