
Today’s earrings don’t have a special story.
I don’t remember exactly where I bought them. But I know it was a quiet gift shop in a sleepy town somewhere.
The kind of shop I would enter to find one clerk and no one buying anything. I would get the feeling that I was the first person (and would be the last) to have entered the shop all day.
When I enter a shop with this vibe, I begin to look for something to buy. A sympathy purchase. I have several pairs of earrings that have been sympathy purchases.
These earrings could also be called a guilt purchase. I knew I’d feel guilty wandering around a shop for fifteen minutes as the only customer and not buying something. (Thinking akin to my stopping at a gas station just to use the bathroom because I always buy something: gum, candy, water.)
These earrings are fine, but I wouldn’t own them if there had been other customers in the shop.
I see a book: The Ear Ring Chronicles. Excellent description on ‘drop in’ retail- and the gas station truth!
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When I was in college, I had a friend from Venezuela who couldn’t believe that business could post that bathrooms were for customers only. That was not allowed in her country!
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I like the earrings; I like butterflies
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