...in which I'm stunned it's been two months of not shopping, and compare it to dieting...
...in which I discover estate sales and realize I don't want strangers pawing over my stuff when I'm dead.
...in which I find multiple staplers and discover my neighbor's a drug dealer.
...in which I reflect on the small changes to my daily routine, including my switch from credit to cash.
...in which I ponder what's the greater extravagance: buying a painting or a cup of coffee?
...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.