|Life is short. See Chagall first.|
|This is what I see when I think "shopping."|
|Shopping makes me feel stabby.|
|*Now* we're cooking with gas like Sylvia Plath|
Food is my companion, my ally, my muse. I love to think about it, to smell it, to taste it. I love to read about it (except on Facebook at Thanksgiving--check out my blog post about that). I love to plan how I'm going to make it, what wine I'm going to drink with it, how it's going to look, how much the people around me are going to love it and love me for making it.
I don't get anything even remotely like that kind of gratification from clothes. I infinitely prefer food. And who could blame me?