...in which I can't bring myself to spend money even on my birthday, while still realizing the addiction is there.
...in which I reflect on the small changes to my daily routine, including my switch from credit to cash.
...in which I prove NASA wrong and fit everyone around the table.
...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.