I am a shopaholic. And what better proof of that than the fact that about a year back I bought a waffle maker. What to do? I had visions of pottering about the kitchen making yum waffle breakfasts. Post purchase, I kind of realized that I hate pottering about the kitchen on Sundays. (And sunday breakfasts are so hubby’s domain- but another post on that) And so, that was that. The waffle maker is sitting pretty in my bed box. Yup. Not even in the kitchen….so there’s not even a remote hope that the poor thing will be able to display its skills.
What brought this on? On Sunday, while on a random shelf cleaning spree, I came across a body brush – with extra hard bristles on one side ‘for the stubborn cellulite on your thighs’ and soft bristles on the other side ‘for those jiggling arms’!! I don’t even remember when I bought the offensive article. But I’m sure at whichever place I bought it, I must have stood looking longingly at it convinced that if I didn’t buy it NOW, the heavens would collapse!