Today is NOT a day to complain about how hard it is not to buy stuff, no.
Today is a glass-half-full of mimosa sort of day, a day to bask in the sun for at least seven minutes before thinking about The Cancer.
So let's talk positive. There are several boutiques in town where I can shop with diplomatic immunity. Places that offer a full sensory experience: behold the colors, inhale the fragrances, partake of the hottest trends. Places even more satisfying than the secret half-off sale at ab fits.
People, when you have cash burning a hole in your pocket, I highly recommend the retail therapy available at your local gourmet food shop.
I love food. And in San Francisco, the Slower the Food, the better. (McDonald's patrons here have to battle their way through throngs of protesters hurling stink eyes, rotten organic heirloom tomatoes, and when things get really violent, lovingly worn copies of The Omnivore's Dilemma.)
Now the Slower the Food, the faster the Benjamins fly. But I can feel GOOD about blowing my wad on this stuff. Happy, organic, know-thy-farmer food costs more $$$ because those farmers take the time, energy and patience to make your victuals delicious and nutritious. These are some Q1 profits I WANT to boost.
I went to BiRite yesterday and had a $117.78 ball.
I know what tree my kumquats came from, I know the life history of the guy who made my bittersweet chocolate, and my $12 worth of ricotta cheese came with the dairy farmer's cell number on the container.
And then Martha helped me turn it into this:
I'm happier than J.Crew's Spring color palette.
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