Shopping

So it seems everyone is okay with me blathering on about whatever happens to flit through my mind, so I'll keep going with that. 

Today was one of the days that L. worked so I needed to drive her. It's about a 25 minute trip one way. (She is a deckhand for the paddlewheel river boat on the Fox River.) This also meant I would need to pick her up. I worked in the studio after lunch for a while, checked the time, and realized I needed to leave to collect L. G. wanted to ride along, so we both got in the car and headed for the river. 

As I'm pulling into the parking lot next to the boat, I glance at the clock and notice it's showing an hour earlier than I think it is. My first thought is to wonder why I didn't remember that we hadn't changed the car clock when daylight savings began. That didn't seem to make much sense, so checked my phone. Yes, I was an hour early. No, I don't know how that happened. 

There was no way I was going to drive home only to turn around to come back, but thought this would be the perfect time to check out the independent bookstore I had been driving by while taking L. to work and back. So that's what G. and I did. It's a lovely little bookstore and I enjoyed browsing in it very much. 

It is also very difficult to browse in a bookstore and not buy anything. Last night Y. wanted to reread Jane Eyre, so asked if we had a copy. I was sure we did, in fact I thought I remembered coming across multiple copies when we did the huge cleaning out last summer. I'm not sure why I thought that because nary a copy of Jane Eyre could be found. It seems to be a significant oversight not to own a copy, doesn't it? So what does one do in a bookstore the day after making this realization? One buys a copy of Jane Eyre to remedy the situation, of course. 

It is especially satisfying to find a beautiful edition to boot. 

It even has blue marbled page edges. I thought I had taken a picture of them, but it is no where to be found and Y. has the book up in her room on the third floor. You'll just have to use your imagination.

The bookstore took up the first half hour, so G. and I decided to walk around to see if there were any other interesting shops we could look in. Behind the bookstore we found a home goods consignment store. It looked interesting so we went in. The next time I'm in need of major furniture pieces, this is where I'm going to start. They had interesting things at really reasonable prices. This was purely browsing because I truly do not need furniture. 

There were also decorative objects for sale. I don't need decorative objects, either. Which is why I'm not entirely sure why this came home with me. 

His body is made of wood, 

but the feet are metal

Isn't he beautiful? How can anyone pass up a charming and beautifully crafted duck that is a rather reasonable price?

This is why I don't go shopping. It's much easier to say no to things you don't know about. I'll be more careful of my time when picking up L. from work in the future.