Garage Sailing

It's Saturday, and that means garage sales, everywhere, all day. I don't work until this evening so we're going out to take a look. Maybe I'll find a nice framed mirror for the shop bathroom, or some unexpected treasure. Now is when I have to rewind and tell myself that there is nothing out there today that I need, and just because I found some great bargain books when we went to the thrift stores last week, doesn't mean I have to find anything today. Sometimes, my shopping anxiety convinces me that I'm unsuccessful, a failure, if I don't find anything I like. I figure I'm really picky and don't deserve to have nice things. Granted, we're going to garage sales, and "used" or "well-loved" is implied. I was encouraged last night, when we watched a few documentaries that individuals close to hoarding have put online (I'll add links when I get the chance). I was able to attempt to explain how I feel when I'm shopping to my boyfriend, for, really the first time. His parents are hoarders also, but mostly since their kids started moving out; while I have grown up with it all my life. I feel better knowing that he has a better idea about it now. I don't always have issues, though. Sometimes, I can go out shopping and say no to even something someone else thinks is a valid thing to buy. Who knows, I'll take it as it comes and try to work through anything that comes up.