Remember when we were little and you got to go into Lowe's or Sears with parents and you got to fake shop through the appliances. I say fake shop because while your parents were purchasing an appliance and they pretended like your opinion mattered, we know it didn't really. I used to love going and picking out which fridge, washer/dryer, and stove I'd get when I grew up and had a family. Opening up doors, comparing which water and ice dispenser on the outside door (yes I remember when those were new features) would be the best, which freezer had the most space. I've longed to be Susie Homemaker my whole life, it is no surprise that hospitality is one of my spiritual gifts.
So when my dryer died (its final death) this morning, while I was hosting for the night my dear friend Liz and her husband Ben (leaving me mortified that my dryer broke) I got strangely excited to go shopping. Sure it was going to be $ but that is par for the course. Yet as the time came closer to actually hit the stores, I realized I was alone. I know that sounds so odd, but shopping for appliances as a grown up is lonely.
My sister and I were joking as I called her upset, that the sales person was going to be like "how are you doing, may I help you?" and I was going to bust out in tears and ask them to walk around and talk with me as I checked out which one I liked the best. A few tears later (not in front of anyone- thank you very much) I was the proud owner of a box that heats up. As my sister's husband so elegantly put it, when I asked if I could rent him for the night to come shopping with me thinking he could offer great insight into appliance purchasing... "it is a box that heats up Adrienne, you can't go wrong with whatever you buy."
Dreams are crushed fast but now hopefully my clothes will dry just as quickly.
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