I love to shop. I was veritably raised in a department store when I was a kid (the late, great Kaufman's, in Pittsburgh), so I guess it's in my blood, it certainly isn't in my wallet.
I am also a bargain hunter. I'm one of those tacky people who if you tell me you like what I'm wearing and I got a particularly good deal on it, I will bore you with the details. (Like, no lie, I once got a dress at Rich's when it was Rich's, not Macy's, that was originally $112, marked down to $17!!!! NO LIE!!!) See?? I can't help it. It's a Primitive Instinct. (Caveman: "Honey, I just killed a mastodon!" Cavewoman: "I just picked a bunch of blueberries, discovered there was a raspberry bush right behind it, found a new source of fresh spring water and got an abandoned saber tooth skin that fits me like a glove!" CaveCouple: "Woot!" We prehistorically rock!")
But there are some things I can't understand wanting to buy. One is horses, you all know how I feel about horses, and I cannot for the life of me understand the attraction of Pandora bracelets. They're not particularly pretty and they're really expensive. They're like the Rolex of bracelets, another uber-expensive item I don't get. I suppose if I were in another income bracket (I'm more in an income parentheses, rather than a bracket), I might grasp this concept, but I doubt it.
Because while I love the Thrill of the Shopping, I'm not that concerned with accumulating cash. I don't have a gift for it, for one thing, in fact; I am the Anti-Scrooge McDuck. And despite the Bad Steve Debacle (Slogan: I put the Deb in Debacle), which still rankles, I'm okay with having just enough money to get by (or buy, if it's a bargain.) The best things in life may not be free, but they aren't Pandora bracelets, either.