Commerce, baby!

Current mood: triumphantly tired - shopping is also hard work!

Having been moved by the patriotic nudity portrayed in Mrs. Henderson Presents, (one fellow viewer: "These are the most amazing shows! Where can we find such wonderful shows!") my sister and I hastened to do our part for the wartime economy. Since the opportunities to do naked but tasteful musical tableaux are few and far between, now, as ever, we elected to contribute by enduring a fast and furious shopping trip.

The Tanger outlets are apparently the place to shop on Long Island, and having experienced them myself, I'd have to agree that many, many bargains are to be had. They are, in fact, so efficient at parting you with your hard-earned fistful of dollars precisely because the deals seem too good to pass up - even when every store seems to have them. You feel like you owe it to yourself (and the economy, don't forget the economy!) to keep buying, long past the point of your actual and optimal buying power. I got the cutest snub-nosed, pointy-toed, blue shoes, among many other purchases, and I have to say that my only regret is that we ran out of energy and time (we had long past run out $, but that's what credit is for!) and so had to leave the majority of the stores untapped. I don't often go on shopping blitzes, but when I'm on, and every store seems to have things that I want at acceptable prices points (this does not happen very often), I have no problem letting loose. Whee!

Then we went home and promptly "played purchases." This is an excellent game of sisterly bonding in which we carefully lay out our finds and model them for each other, all the while exclaiming about our cleverness at detecting bargains.
Girls have strange fun, sometimes.