Thursday, April 19, 2007

"Creature of Habit" or "Just Plain Boring"?

(As you can see, some people like to use a creature to form a habit.)

I purchased my first "grown up" wallet in 2003: a marvel of buttery red leather with a dozen card slots, pockets for receipts, a spot for my checkbook and pen, a removable ID holder, and - crucial to any Asian - a place for photographs. Since then, the wallet has gotten pretty banged up, and last year I decided it was time for a replacement. The problem was I couldn't find anything that lived up to my stringent requirements, all of which my old wallet met. I tried to find my old wallet in a store, but, much to my chagrin, the particular style had been discontinued. So I went online, found a vendor which carried it, and purchased it. The. Exact. Same. Wallet. I didn't even buy the version in black. When the wallet arrived, I showed it to my buddy Dona. She gave me an incredulous look with one eyebrow cocked and said, "But it's the same wallet." I showed fellow knitter Nancy, who gave me the same look. "It's the same wallet." I showed it to my hubby, who rolled his eyes. "You're silly." I protested, "I'm a creature of habit! What's wrong with sticking to what you know, when what you know is what works?"

This afternoon, I went shopping for earrings with my pal Yvonne. She pointed to a cart of cute jewelry, to which I demurred, "No, no. I buy the same silver $14 hoops from Banana Republic. I'm on my fifth or sixth pair." There was That Look again. In the checkout line at BR, the cashier told me my total with tax was $19.49. Yvonne immediately crowed, "Hey, they're not $14 anymore!" I swear I detected a hint of glee in her voice.

So am I a creature of habit, or am I just plain boring? When I got home last night, I did some research. This is what my favorite jewelry looks like:

Hmmm. I suppose there IS somewhat of a theme. Let's take a look at the shoes and see what's up there.

Alright, slightly more alarming. Next, I peered inside my coat closet and found this:

I admit, it is a bit odd that I own multiple versions of what is essentially the same military-style jacket. Again, I suppose I'm just a creature of habit, and my habit happens to be olive green. Finally, I checked out my dresser drawers, and I nearly fainted.

I discovered that 95% of my tops were either black, white, or grey. What's more, about half of those were identical B & W versions of one other. For example, I would buy one black camisole in white, and then go back and buy the identical item in black. My first drawer alone held four sets.

I'm realizing that perhaps I'm becoming just plain boring. But isn't that what happens to married people?

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