I went to Marshall’s yesterday to buy underwear.
I walked in. BOOM, shoe section. I looked through all of the shoes, but didn’t see anything I “needed.” But right next door – SWEATERS! Such a nice looking French Connection sweater, only $29.99. I love that brand, but don’t buy it because of the price – kismet! And then another beige sweater by Michael Kors. $29.99, which would look great with leggings. I grabbed those and continued on towards the underwear section.
Five steps later I was deep in to the handbag section. And then I was trying on sheer-ling Ugg gloves, gorgeous, marked down to $79.99. And then I was considering whether I needed a new mud mask.
I put the Ugg gloves back. Underwear. I came here for underwear.
But what’s that? Gorgeous socks! Beautiful, patterned, high quality, comfy socks! Snowflake patterns, SmartWool, I was swooning. I grabbed three pairs. At this point I was juggling two sweaters and three pairs of socks, more than $80 of merchandise. On to the underwear!
But first – pajamas! I haven’t bought new pajamas in forever and there was such cute Christmas-themed stuff. And wouldn’t my husband like me better if I wore fuzzy pj pants with candy canes? No! Focus, Nicole!
Finally, I got to the underwear. It took all of thirty seconds to see they didn’t have what I was looking for. So I turned to leave and landed smack in the middle of… the kitchen section. The evil, evil kitchen section.
And didn’t they just get a gorgeous shipment of “handpainted, made in Japan” little bowls and food savers- super cute! And only $3.99 per bowl and $6.99 per food saver.
I needed this stuff. I was down several food savers from gifting food in the past few months, and this stuff was gorgeous. And cheap! I also scooped up a spoon rest for $2.99. I already have one, but wouldn’t it be convenient to have two?
At this point, I ditched the sweaters on a rack of dish towels. And the socks. I had pulled out four little coordinating bowls and two food savers. So I was “down” to $30. That’s not bad, right?
I was already over the sweaters, but at this point I still badly wanted the socks and had my heart set on the bowls and food savers.
Then I started thinking big picture. Shit from Marshall’s is the kind of stuff that immediately gets absorbed into a home and becomes lost money. I started to imagine seeing the thirty bucks on my credit card statement a few days down the road and to think hard, what was it that I bought?
Also, my mother just gave me some very nice little bowls. Why did I think I needed more?
Ugh. I put it all back and left the store. I hate Marshall’s.