"Hallo!" Yelled a young guy ("young guy") up a ladder.
"Hi." I said, pretending I didn't just jump a little.
It was 8:45 pm and the store was packed with droves of moody looking twenty-something shoppers browsing party clothes and expensive jeans. I wandered over to the toys. There were head massagers and pink Buddha statues and sock monkey wine warmers and Lego key chains and test tube shot glasses and indoor alien lights.
I picked up three different items and wandered around and around and around like a customer in a restaurant with too many choices on the menu. I couldn't decide on anything, and my winter coat was suffocating me and it was almost closing time.
Unable to choose, I put everything back and began to walk out of the store. On the way, I passed a cute little dress with a ruffled skirt, a row of graphic print t-shirts and a rack of scarfs. But I wasn't in the mood for clothes. I carried on toward the door.
There was nothing in this store for me tonight.
Although - wait! What was that? (I know how to create a suspenseful moment oh yes) On a stand in the corner of the store, was a small tray of ....... wait for it ....... CHRISTMAS BROOCHES. You know, those ones little old ladies wear on their cardigans, with little gems and sparkly lights? Yes. Those.
So drawn to them, was I, that I actually picked up a few, stroked them lovingly, and began the mental process of convincing myself I NEEDED a Christmas pin. They were kind of tacky in a fun, kitsch Christmas way - at least that's what I told myself. In the end I didn't buy one. But it was close.
* Who thinks I should go back and get it? * :-)
The truth is, what it comes down to, is this: I'm a suburban Mum who used to shop in Urban Outfitters but now prefers sparkly Christmas pins, and will soon own a whole collection that I'll store away each year in a special box specifically for holiday brooches, and I'll wear sweaters with snow flakes and reindeers (I already have my eye one - don't judge me), and cookie jars and poinsettias.