Today I did something which is ubiquitous to American culture, but which I don't do very often - a friend and I hung out at "the mall" all afternoon.
My friend, who lives in Hong Kong, is back in New Zealand for a couple of weeks' holiday. At first we wanted to go out for a long walk outdoors somewhere, but due to the early arrival of Winter we had our walk in a shopping mall instead.
I was doing a very good job of getting her to buy stuff. I helped her choose some greeting cards, a sketch book (she's started learning to draw), a notebook, a book on drawing, two pairs of sandals on sale and some Body Shop skincare. It was almost more fun than spending money myself.
Then there was a hiccup - we went into a shoe shop and I found a pair of really nice cherry-red, flat-soled ankle boots which would make perfect mid- to late-pregnancy footwear. I tried them on, liked them, and attempted to avoid actually purchasing them by saying I'd think about it. This would have worked, too, except my friend then pointed out another pair of flat-soled ankle boots, in a soft, aged golden brown leather. This time my resolve failed me. I bought them.
I have spent so much money this week: first there was the fridge/freezer; then the boy and I decided we needed to get another bookcase - they were sold out and I had to put an order in, but I did find Angel Season 5 part 1 on DVD though; then the $200 boots.
I need those boots though, and they're surely going to last me several winters at least - if my pregnant feet don't swell up until they are permanently one size too big.