...in which I grieve the loss of a friend whom I should have spent more time with.
...in which I blame my Japanese heritage for linking shopping with travel.
...in which I prove NASA wrong and fit everyone around the table.
...in which I ponder what's the greater extravagance: buying a painting or a cup of coffee?
...in which I justify my book hoarding as a business expense.
...in which I was was actively discouraged from buying a $29 battery (regularly $79) at the Apple Store by an Associate who bent my ear for 30 minutes telling me the story of electricity instead of selling me what I'd come for.
...in which I have a meltdown on the coldest day of the year because of unmatched plastic.
...in which I come up with guidelines for this no-shopping experiment only after being forced to stay inside because of a major snow emergency.
...in which I buy too much meat and makeup, and obsess about the value of things both pricey and priceless.
...in which I admit I'm a shopaholic and explain why I'm committing to a year of no unnecessary shopping, and all the decluttering, simplifying, and organizing that will result from my abstinence.