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Dear Blog,

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!!!!

Bwahahahaha! The spoils of two different stores and two 55% off coupons.
Bwahahahaha! The spoils of two different stores and two 55% off coupons.

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.

Totally gratuitous shot of new boots about to worn out to their first official function.
Totally gratuitous shot of new boots (forever to be known as moratorium busters) about to worn out to their first official function on this fine Black Friday. For the record: not bought on Black Friday.

But at least I didn’t come home with new shoes.

Rock on,

The WB

 

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