Confessions of a distressed shopper

What brands do you associate with?

I grew up in a nuclear family, with my parents and an older sister. From the time I can recall, I always found my sister and Maa being the happiest, when they were out in crowded markets, shops, arcades and malls, spending hours walking around aimlessly in circles and go back home, with absolutely nothing. And when I would enquire, they would simply say they are ‘window shopping’, a term of which I had no clue. At that time, we did not have internet or the services of Google for me to figure things out; for me it was a plain torture, to walk around in the hot humid weather of Mumbai with absolutely no agenda. And God forbid, when they had to go actual shopping, I was made to stand in long queues for dress trial rooms or bill payments and then be their porter and carry countless shopping bags back home. I simply hated shopping and if they asked me for my opinion on the color or fit, I had none; I just wanted them to finish their purchases, so that I could rush back home.

This annoying experience did have an impact in the later stages of my life; I struggled when I had to pick my wedding trousseau, the account of which I mentioned in my earlier blog Vanity Insanity. I’m terrible, when it comes to shopping for home decor, outfits either for me or my little one. Hubby dearest kinda a got a hint of my problem, early on when I picked yellow cushion covers for our living room, which stood out like a sore thumb in the existing color palate. Since then, he took up the complete responsibility of shopping for everything, from groceries to home decor fabrics or items, clothing, electronic equipment etc. I do accompany and give him my limited perspective.

At times, I wonder how exhausting it would be for him to be my spouse, making up for my short-comings, but, then I let it be, because I’m a lady of many qualities and other talents for which he is ever so grateful.

So if you would like to know which brands I use or prefer, I will have to consult hubby dearest and get back, coz for me all these things are superficial, they come with an expiry date; I’m in search of something more fulfilling and immortal.