I am a dangerous shopper. It's not that the store I'm in is in danger, mind you. Quite the opposite. When I shop, there's a good chance I won't walk out empty-handed. Which means, sometimes, I just can't shop. And that's no fun.
Where is this leading? To my recent adoption of the perfect solution. The wish list. It's the in-store equivalent of online shopping carts and favorites. I can shop, try on, play, picture it in my closet… and pause. It may come home with me someday, or not. But I don't have to miss out on all the fun!
My husband, it turns out, is a fan of the wish list as well. He even populates one on Amazon.com with auto racing books and record albums (yes, vinyl!) and he's delighted when one -- or more -- of those items finds its way to him via a box with a bow. So, obviously, he reciprocates and his first stop is usually to see what I've added to my I. Gorman wish list lately. Lovely how that works, isn't it?Sometimes, though, I grant my wish to myself. It's very empowering, actually. Take, for example, a pair of Margoni earrings that I was eyeing but then they sold. On to the wish list they went. That was two years ago. And then, as our Margoni trunk show approached last summer, I decided, yup, it's time. A phone call, some design changes (rutilated quartz, please, and how about shiny silver AND yellow gold?), and my gift to myself was finally mine! What's next up on my list? Alishan, I think. These rings speak to me… are they perfect? I'm not quite sure…yet. But when I am, I'll know where to find them!
Go ahead, make a wish.