I've been super-busy recently. What else is new, right? It's been a different kind of busy from usual, though. I've been doing lots of exercise...with my index finger...unsubscribing myself from email lists and then following up by deleting the email. I get on email lists easily. I don't want to denigrate myself, but I give myself away far too easily to marketers. The smallest thing they offer me - 20% off any item I choose, a gift on my birthday, free samples with each order - is enough to get me eagerly signing up, opening my email address up to all sorts of nasty internet-transmitted junk mail. And I'm not just a tease, either - I often follow through with purchases.
But no more. Because I went (hmmm, what's the best way to put this) absolutely totally insane in New Zealand, and bought all the clothes. Or surely most of them, at the very least. It was the sales. They got me. Again.
As did the beauty. I do pride myself on not being a 'typical' sales shopper. I never buy anything unless I truly love it, and truly need it in my wardrobe*. And I can tell you now, I genuinely love everything that came back to the US with me.
There's more besides (I say shamefully, hiding my face behind my hands). The number's five, if you must know. All New Zealanders (of course). No diversity at all. And I don't regret any of it.
But as with any desire, too much is a bad thing - so for now, I will continue deleting those emails, and taking myself out of their little black books. Enough, I say, in the manner of the guy in Love Actually who loved his best friend's wife. Enough now.
*This may not be entirely true. 'Need' can be a subjective word.