selling my body for home decor
My shopping habit history
Let me start by giving you a little bit of information about myself. I grew up outside of Albuquerque New Mexico, where I lived with my grandparents and spent some time in Durango Colorado where my mother lived. I spent time with my mother when she could get on her feet from failed and bad relationships, but this is not a story about that. When I was growing up My grandmother would go shopping every Friday, and I knew this. So when Friday rolled around and it was time for school I would mysteriously come down with a stomach ache. This was the start of my shopping obsession! Now the stomach ache was a perfect excuse, you could not have a temperature and look just fine and it would work! I pulled this stunt so often as a kid they finally decided it was nerves from not being able to live with my parents. Ok I was kind of a rotten kid but I've grown up and my grandma forgave me.My grandma was also a shopping addict and I think I learned from the best, She had so many shoes and what was funny is that she would buy the shoes and put them away for a month or two and when my grandpa would ask her when she got those new shoes she would say oh, these, I have had them for awhile! See what I mean. She was so full of great tips on hiding your shopping habits. Anyway I became obsessed with shopping, I have always loved to shop and will probably die trying to get a great parking space at the mall. It does not matter what I am shopping for either, I Iove it all. My husband is a hunter, and I explain it to him in his kinda language, He's looking for the big buck, and I'm looking for the big deal! All pretty much the same, we are just hunting for different things!
Now that you know that let me give you a little more information about myself. I met my husband at the age of sixteen when i lived in Colorado. No, we did not get married at that age but oh, about four years later. My Husband worked at a coal mine for seven years and he became tired of that job as he always wanted to become a mechanic,That is after all what he went to school for. Our house burned down, and the crime was getting out of control, and he was ready to go. So anyway his father lived in Oklahoma, and he decided that is where we needed to go, so me being the dutiful wife went!I did not go without a fight though! Ok so we get to Oklahoma after my house had been rebuilt, and I had my new furniture and I was not a happy camper. I could not take all my things with me and had to sell many furnishings with my husbands promise that they would be replaced. Oklahoma is not one of the highest rate paying states by the way. So eleven years later I still do not have my stuff replaced. I also should let you know that I live in the middle of nowhere, it is a 45 minute drive for groceries and at least a two and a half hour drive to a decent mall.So now you know why I didn't come peacefully.
All the information above was necessary for you to understand what It has been like for me the last eleven years, almost HELL! I do have to say that I have had the opportunity to go back to Colorado, but have stayed as this is great place for my children. So anyway, I signed up for this cake decorating class to get myself out of my house, I do daycare and never get to go anywhere, and I had to have some supplies for this class. Me and my friend, who I made sign up for this class with me, drove to the nearest Hobby Lobby about an hour and a half away. This is not an unusual thing around here, we have to drive forever for anything. So we went to Hobby Lobby and got what we needed, but not before we looked at everything in the store! She also has a shopping obsession and that is probably why we are friends. We looked at every single thing in that store, we strolled down every aisle and picked up every object for closer inspection. If that store ever gets robbed we will probably get arrested for it as our finger prints are everywhere. Now I have decided that I really want to redecorate my house. I figure that I have earned it! I have waited after all for eleven long year. But just redecorating the house could never be enough for me, Oh no, I have to actually plan on replacing whole areas of my house. The Kitchen has got to go, The bathroom too, I really am beginning to think it would be cheaper to just buy a new house! I know that most of this is because I watch way too much Home and Garden Television, but I just can't help myself!
Going to Hobby Lobby did not help the situation, oh the stuff I found! The many items of home decor, the furniture, just talking about it gives me shivers up and down my spine. The shopping trip was almost X rated as I rubbed my body with a vase, or a platter for my new kitchen. It was Euphoric! Maybe it was because it had been so long since I had actually shopped. Usually when I hit the stores or the malls I've got my husband or a kid with me saying hurry up or are we done yet. I had probably almost broke my shopping habit and didn't even know it, although thanks to the internet I could actually hide my shopping habit. I could shop for hours online, have things shipped right to my door. I could shop in my underwear if I wanted to. But nothing could replace the mall. The smell of the food court, the new clothing and shoes, home decor galore, it's like a church and that's my kind of religion!
Now this is how we get starting on selling my body for home decor! I did not buy any of the things that day, those wonderful, marvelous items. No I held tight to my budget. I had to. But I wanted them so very bad. This is when I decided that I was going to sell my body for home decor. I can't even tell you the things I might do for a console table or a new couch, unspeakable things I assure you. Of course the items would have to be negotiable, I can't perform sexual acts for a run down recliner. Yes, I could exchange sex for furniture. I could bring the new items home and hide them from my husband for a month or two, and when he asks where I got it or how long I have had it I can then say "Oh this, I've had it for a while." Oh by the way, don't let my husband read this!