A Whole New Meaning to "Power Shopping"

Ah, spring time!  The snow is starting to melt (I can dream, right?), flowers are starting to bloom, and something else begins to emerge from the depths of the cold to remind you change is in the air - Spring Catalogs!  I am not going to lie.  I love getting catalogs in the mail.  I can waste way too much time pouring over the new fashions for spring and summer- White House/ Black Market, Ann Taylor, J Crew, Anthropologie- bring it baby!  And of course, nothing pulls at my heart stings more than a beautiful pair of shoes.  I love to think about what pair will be the newest member of the shoe rotation, how I know it will go with everything I own (but will of course need something new to compliment them) and how they will look so beautiful with those 3 ½ inch heels hanging off the back of the shoe rack in line with all of its new friends. 

Well, except for this year.  Shoes, and really anything that is not a bare necessity, is not in the game plan.  And please know, I am soooo not complaining, because I know how lucky I have been.  Being in a two income household provided it’s challenges, but to be certain it’s luxuries as well.  I just need to refer to my embarrassingly large collection of shoes to remind me of that.  It’s a new day, and one where I alone will be financially responsible for the house and all who live in it.  Which brings me to what my new spring purchase:

A 19v Craftsman Power Drill.

Now please, I know you can all see me in Home Depot examining the power drills.  And no, I was not looking for the “pretty” one.   As I carefully honed in on my decision, I heard my dad’s voice somewhere in the background where he once told his daughter “If you ever have to buy tools, buy the best ones you can afford.”   What is true in tools I also happen to believe is true in shoes; hence the cost of my black boots- WAY more than any power drill I will ever own.   And while no power drill, shop vac, miter saw even a pair of saw horses will ever bring me the joy and excitement of a new pair of platform pumps, I will say that I had a sly smile on my face as I went to pay for my selection.  At the end I believe I held my own, so much so that the guy working the cash register mentioned that he owned the same drill and loved it.  Of course he does, because if nothing else, this girl does know how to shop.