I had a few hours in the big city (Toronto) between a visit to my mother and my train trip home to Kingston.

I went shopping.

First I went to the flagship Bay store. Floods of memories...for two years, back when it was still Simpson's, when I was a desperately poor student, I worked on the main floor there during the holiday rush, selling wallets and then bath products....

I wandered around and looked at the clothes there. I saw some beautiful things. And other things I wasn't sure what to do with. And it was all....too much! I just couldn't handle the sheer amount of STUFF.

I was longing to have Angie with me. I know from the reports of those of you fortunate enough to have shopped with her that she has an absolute unerring eye for the GOOD stuff.

I would have tried on, just to get a sense of shapes, proportions, etc. but I was seriously too overwhelmed even to try!

So I went outside and walked down Queen Street. Far down, to the funky shops. Even there I was pretty much stunned. In some cases by the prices. In others, by the not-fabness of some of what I saw, and in still others by the amazing fabness!

I ended up buying a skirt, which I will show in the next day or two. And although I really need quite a lot else, I just couldn't manage it.

Does anyone else ever feel this way? Now I remember why I didn't like shopping for so long. I think it is easier if you live in a city; when I lived in Toronto I actually enjoyed shopping; it is only since I moved to smaller place that I have found it awful. But this made me think that there is a reason people patronize small selective boutiques!