I love shopping when I’m looking for something specific. It’s like a treasure hunt. My pulse quickens and all my senses go on high alert. I’m like an animal stalking prey. Will I find it down the next aisle? Or around the next corner? The perfect short-sleeved top in a bright summer color with a round or V neckline. Or the earrings that will go perfectly with my turquoise and white print dress.

Why do we get such a rush when we find some item to buy that meets the needs of the moment? Why do we get such a feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction when we buy it and take it home? Why do we get so excited when we take it out and use it or wear it for the first time?

The endorphin rush I get from shopping must have physiological and evolutionary roots. It’s such a common phenomenon among humans. Maybe it’s like the primeval drive of the hunter or gatherer to provide for his family. Maybe we are programmed to enjoy the search for the necessities of life. Then, by extension, we end up thrilled by the search for amenities and even frivolities as well.

People can even get addicted to shopping – online shopping, QVC television shopping, all kinds of shopping. Most people can control their shopping urges. I have actually been on a long shopping hiatus. These days I only shop at the supermarket, the hardware store and the pet store.

I’m at a point in my life when I really don’t need much. I have enough clothes and too much jewelry. Also a house full of books. After two years of decorating, my house won’t need anything decorative for years. My only recent purchase was a new Cuisinart to replace the old one that broke.

So I satisfy my shopping needs by shopping with friends. I get the thrill of the hunt with none of the guilt from spending too much money. Or the angst of deciding what to buy and whether or not to actually buy it. It’s also fun figuring out what someone else will like. It adds an intellectual element to the game.

I went clothes shopping with a friend today. I’d forgotten how intense and focused I get when I shop. I was thrilled when my friend said I have a good eye and that I’m a great shopper. What a compliment! I felt elated!

Now that I’ve got my shopping fix, I can go back to suppressing my shopping urges. At least until I can find another friend who has to go to a wedding!


  1. My mother believed that shopping was a contact sport. She believed in bargains. She also believed that it was evil to pay full price and could never understand why anyone would brag about how much they paid for something. For her, it was all about how much she SAVED. Garry and I share that. Nothing like a great bargain hunt!

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    1. I’ve never had the love affair with bargains that many people have. If I can get a good price, that’s great. But my Mother was all about convenience. Your time is worth something. So if you spent too much time looking for a bargain, you canceled out the ‘savings’ you might get on the actual price. My ex used to drive around, using up gas, to get the best price on gas. This never made sence to me. My grandmother once went so far from home to save $.10 on milk, she had to spend $.15 on a bus to come home. She still felt that she had gotten a bargain. Again, don’t get it.


    1. NEVER shop on a national holiday or special “bargain” day. Never shop on weekends or anytime during December! Shop for Christmas after the holiday, when everything is on sale! Give “certificates” for post holiday shopping events. And shop in the morning, rather than later in the afternoon.

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      1. Sometimes shopping has to be planned like the invasion of a small country! Marilyn, you sound like you have all the rules anad timing worked out!


    2. Leslie, I’m with you. I hate crowds. When I go shopping alone, I have my list. I zip thru the aisles, grab what I need and then up to the shortest checkout line.

      The only deterrents: faithful fans who want to chat and brain-challenged checkout people.

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      1. Garry, I never had to worry about ‘fans’ accosting me in a store. That is a whole other level of angst associated with shopping. I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you to try to get in and out quickly when strangers are stopping you to chat.

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        1. Leslie and Ellin, I shouldn’t really complain about folks chatting me up. It’s a great compliment and I appreciate it despite my complaints.

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            1. I get it, Leslie. I was just head-slapping myself and saying I should appreciate when folks stop to chat me up. It really is a compliment and reminder of the wonderful career I had. Sometimes I need to put a brake on my whining.

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                1. Leslie, I always tried to respond to letters, phone calls, etc during my working days (before internet). Felt I owed viewers a chance to express their opinion, positive or negative. I didn’t want to be like some colleagues who did the “star” thing. I think that’s what people remember. In my reports, I tried to be conversational, sharing information – not pontificating.

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                    1. Leslie, maybe it’s a generational thing. Over a liquid lunch, Tip O’Neil reminded me never to lose touch with “the people”. Tip got the next round.

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    3. I do a lot of shopping online these days. But, then again, I don’t shop for much either. Sometimes I enjoy hunting through store racks to find that perfect item I’m looking for. But that happens only if I need a special occasion dress or specific item for a trip. I just don’t shop much at all, except maybe for a few Christmas gifts. Then I pick one store and get everyone something from that one store.

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