How I wish I could say I spent Black Friday out in the forest – meditating and eating only vegetables that willingly sacrificed their lives to nourish me – to karmically balance the rampant consumerism of yea (yay!), this very black day.
But it was just another Friday for me, in the True North Strong and Free. I got up, did my morning thing, went to work.
And found an email in my Inbox with a 55% off coupon at Michaels! Fifty-five percent off!!!!
So, at lunchtime I decided to brave the big box store shopping centre near my work. I was resolute in my determination not to let the size of the crowds sway me in pursuit of this extraordinary deal.
Blog, it was very anticlimactic. Not only did I have no problem with parking, the line up for the check out at Michaels was 1/4 of the size of the one I had to deal with last week.
Emboldened by my success, I printed off another coupon when I returned to my desk and hit the Michaels in my home town at the end of the work day. Again, somehow I missed all the Black Friday Crowds O’ Frenzy.
I am pretty damn excited to try out these inks, let me tell you Blog. I’m planning to use them in my next mandala exercise – the intimidating and apparently sacred geometry of the Flower of Life. Cue choir of angels singing.
So to sum up – I did cave on my high ideal of NOT EVER SHOPPING ON BLACK FRIDAY.
But at least I didn’t come home with new shoes.