On My Mind, Miscellaneous Thoughts
Why do people shop? Why do we buy clothes we don’t wear, books we don’t read, food we don’t eat?
Is it wishful thinking? Will this be the time I read The Economist cover to cover, or at all? Is it the act of shopping itself? The act of buying?
I have no answers, only more questions.
The day I went off to pick up my possibly pointlessly re-tailored show clothes [All Dressed Up And No Place To Go], this came in the mail.
Why did I buy yet another MEPSA Annual? I have no idea.
Does it have anything I have seen in other years? No.
Does it have articles and pretty pictures? Yes.
Could I learn from the articles and use the winning photos as inspirational examples? Yes.
Given my level of involvement in the hobby, did three years of books I already have contain sufficient examples? Yes.
Was I supporting the show? Not really. I have bought items to support artists before. OTOH, I don’t photo show, so my desire to support the nice folks who run the shows is a slim connection at best.
Did I use a blog post as an excuse to do what I wanted to do anyway? Most definitely.
Is it possessiveness? A desire to build up my horde in dragon-like fashion? Possibly.
Will this be the prompt that finally gets me to start futzing with model horses? I doubt it.
So, why? I don’t know.
Do you shop for fun? Do you over-shop?
Thank you for reading,