Shopping

Ok. I admit it. I love to shop. And I came to San Francisco prepared to shop.  I had to resist buying a long scarf at the Old Navy store the first day I got to SF.  I mean, it's not like there aren't eight zillion Old Navy's all over the place at home. I really didn't need to buy something at the SF store only because it was in SF. I do have more self control than that. Usually. So, I survived my first shopping adventure unscathed. I did buy three Ritter Sports Chocolate bars, which I can get at Horrocks in Lansing, but they really did jump out in front of me and threaten to wrestle me to the ground if I didn't scoop them up. So, in the interest of personal safety, I bought them. And some cheese curls.

But the truly  aerobic shopping happened in the exhibit hall.  First came the head dress, which, honestly, I could have made myself for about five bucks, but, you know. I'm here, and that cute Shakespeare booth is here. And so I forked over $35 so fast it made the booth owner's hands shake.  From then on it was like grease on ice. I bought books, books, and more books.  At least I learned my lesson. My wonderful purchases, and my dirty laundry, and safely boxed up and beginning the first leg of their journey back to Michigan. No extra luggage fees for me, thank you.