Red Scoops

So, I caved.  It wasn't a huge transgression, but I feel compelled to confess.  I bought some plastic scoops.


Exhibit A.

Nevermind that I bought them in the "last chance" section of the thrift store.  Disregard the fact that they were only fifty cents for the pair. And forget the fact that I'm going to use them for scooping my homemade laundry soap and dish detergent.  When it comes right down to it, something else around here would have done just as well.  And so I have sinned. 

I'm starting to get itchy about not shopping.  The first two weeks went by without a hitch, but now I'm wondering if it wasn't the thrill of the toaster-oven hunt keeping me happy.  Well, to be honest, I'm sure that's the case.  Now that I'm not actively looking for anything, I have this what-can-I-buy feeling gnawing away at me, and that's what lured me to the thrift shop.

The thrift shop is a real minefield right now.  On one hand, there is "no-thing new" there, so I am allowed to buy stuff as long as it is something I really need.  Browsing, which is what I did, really shouldn't be happening.  Yes, I only spent a half a buck, but it's sort of like someone taking a few puffs when they're trying to quit smoking.  If what I wish to do is break the shopping addiction, I need to learn how to resist this urge.

 
But, hey, at least I can recognize what's a work here, and that's progress.  But I have mixed feelings about my red scoops right now!