I Shop Therefore I am

Killing Me Softly with Your Song

Killing Me Softly with Your Song

To whomever picks out the music that gets played while we’re shopping in the supermarket, As a loyal shopper at your grocery store, I thought it was time to acknowledge the contribution you make to my weekly food shopping experience.  I imagine that yours is an often thankless job, so I figured you would appreciate some feedback for the obvious…

When Good Moms Wear Bad Clothes

When Good Moms Wear Bad Clothes

Whenever I go shopping, I’m usually pretty good about knowing which stores are age-appropriate and which are too young or too old for me. Typically, if the dresses in a store have less material than my underwear, I know my daughter should be shopping there, not me.  And if a store sells clothes that could double as window curtains, both…

The Eyes Have It

The Eyes Have It


When it comes to cosmetics, I am pretty brand loyal. If I find something I like, I will usually stick with it until something drastic happens like they stop making it or they discover that it can make you cross-eyed, or turn your skin green, or make you grow facial hair… none of which is a particularly good look for me.  Of course the worst thing is when a brand you love, a brand you have come to depend on every single day, a brand you have recommended to all your friends, does the unthinkable.

They change the formula.

This is what happened to my mascara.

As much as you can love a cosmetic, I LOVED my mascara. It was the perfect combination of lengthener and volumizer and left my somewhat skimpy lashes looking feathery and gorgeous. While skin perfection and weight management had always eluded me, I knew I had at least won the eyelash lottery with the help of this mascara.

But then the day came when I realized the tube was empty and I had to buy a new one. I knew the second I pulled out the brush that they had messed with it. The liquid was thinner, it went on lighter, and it failed to either lengthen or volumize my lashes.

Thinking it might be one, lone, bad mascara, I threw it out and bought another one.  But the next one was exactly the same.  I was beyond upset.  The cosmetic company had broken the cardinal rule of beauty product protocol: They reformulated the product and made it worse.  They had, in a sense, New Coked my mascara.

Back at the drug store, I stood in the cosmetic aisle at the drug store, wondering if there was any other mascara that could ever make me as happy as my old mascara had.  As I perused the racks, my eyes suddenly came to rest on something I had never considered before.

There, in a plastic case, were the prettiest pair of eyelashes I had ever seen.  They were, of course, false eyelashes. They looked just like my own eyelashes used to look back when I still cosmetically innocent and believed in Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and my mascara manufacturer.  I had never used false eyelashes before, but I thought they might be the answer to my mascara dilemma.

There, in a plastic case, were the prettiest pair of eyelashes I had ever seen.  They were, of course, false eyelashes. They looked just like my own eyelashes used to look back when I still cosmetically innocent and believed in Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and my mascara manufacturer. 

I immediately bought them and raced home to try them on.  While I’m sure they are pretty easy to get on once you have mastered the process, it’s definitely a challenge for a novice false-eyelasher.  After struggling with them for twenty minutes, I finally got them in place.  Although they looked right, they felt funny, and I wasn’t sure if I just wasn’t used to the feel of false eyelashes or if I had done something wrong.  Still, I thought they looked pretty real and very glamorous.

“What do you think?” I asked my husband as I batted my long and lustrous new eyelashes at him.

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” he asked.

“I’m showing you my new eyelashes!” I explained, batting them some more.  He leaned closer and peered at my face.

“They look fake,” he declared.

“They are fake. But don’t they look good?”

“Why would you wear fake eyelashes?” he asked shaking his head. “It would be like if I wore a fake mustache.”

“Well, I think they look great!”  I protested. Frustrated with his lack of eyelash appreciation, I decided to go run some errands and take my new false eyelashes out for a spin.

Not wanting to overwhelm too many people with the fabulousness of my new eyelashes, I decided to hit up the dry cleaners first. I stood at the counter waiting to get the attention of the store employee who was busy writing up another order.

“Hi,” she said, finally looking up from the order slip. “Can I help you?”  She suddenly screamed and then, reached out, and slapped me across the face.

I grabbed my cheek in shock and stepped back as she came running around the counter and stomped on the floor.

“Yyyou hit me!” I stammered.  “Why did you do that?”

“No! No! I wasn’t hitting you,” she explained breathlessly.  “I was getting something off your face.  You had a HUGE SPIDER on your face!”   She pointed to the floor where the alleged spider had been summarily stomped and destroyed.

I looked down, and peered at the dead thing on the floor. Then I bent over and picked up what was left of what I had immediately determined to be one of my false eyelashes.

“It’s not a spider.” I said holding out the dead eyelashes in the palm of my hand for her to see.  “It’s my eyelashes.”

She blinked in confusion. “Eyelashes?”

“Yes,” I said sadly. “False eyelashes.”

“Oh, wow.  I’m really sorry,” she groaned, glancing down at my dead false eyelashes.  “Now you just have eyelashes for one eye.”

“I know.”

“What are your going to do?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I guess I could use it as a mustache.”

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My Latest Column – The Devil Wears Pistachio

My Latest Column – The Devil Wears Pistachio

Every year around this time, I get inundated with emails telling me about the latest fall trends and what I should buy and what I should toss. Having been down this wardrobe rabbit hole before, I didn’t want to make a fall fashion faux-pas, such as I did last year, when one trendsetting site told me that the “it” shoe…

Playing Chicken with My Dinner

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked my husband. “How about fish.” he replied. I shook my head. “I had fish for lunch. How about steak?” “I’m sick of steak,” he said. “How about chicken?” I nodded. “Chicken it is.” My husband went outside to light the grill while I jumped in the car to go get the food.…

All Lined Up and Nowhere to Go

All Lined Up and Nowhere to Go

It was one of those days where everything was taking a ridiculously long time. There was a line at the drycleaners. A line at the supermarket. A line at the gas station. I was starting to think that everyone in the world had the same to-do list that I did; they were just one to-do ahead of me the whole…

How Shopping for Toothpaste can Melt Your Brain

How Shopping for Toothpaste can Melt Your Brain

Recently I had to go to the drugstore to buy a tube of toothpaste. It took me an hour and a half and I almost had a nervous breakdown. In all honesty, I absolutely believe that there are people in psychiatric hospitals right now who are there as a direct result of shopping for toothpaste. In fact, in the top…

Getting My CAbi On

Getting My CAbi On

I have to admit it, the first time a friend invited me to a CAbi party, I thought we were going to be getting drunk and riding around in yellow taxis. Having just moved to the suburbs from the city, I had no idea that CAbi was actually a fabulous clothing line sold out of women’s homes, much like our…