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Growing up in a small town in the 60’s, everything was closed on Sundays. So, we would go to Broad Street and window shop. Just stroll down the side walk looking at the window displays. Since the stores were closed, it was easy to tell me no if I saw I really wanted. It’s what us poor folks did back then.
Fast forward to today, my morning ritual, sitting at my my computer in nothing but a bra and panties, catching up on the latest CDH activity while drinking my coffee AND window shopping. Well, not exactly but I can scour as many websites as time allows, looking at the latest fashions, drooling over a pretty dress of fabulous shoes. All from the comfort of my chair. But, with the click of a button I can have items show up at my doorstep in a day or two, so self control is a must. Of course it doesn’t substitute for actually being there and feeling the items, but it is better than flipping through a worn Sears catalog, which I also did plenty of times. Who remembers the Christmas Wish Books?
Oh Gosh how I remember those days when shops were closed on a Sunday. Church on a Sunday morning and seeing the pretty dresses worn by the girls. I think I had a weekly wish list!
For me the sixties/seventies was a time of window shopping and going into the clothes stores with my mother and sisters watching in envy as my sisters got the dresses I wanted so badly. The mail order catalogues were well thumbed through the ladies sections and when I finally had some spare cash I made some discreet purchases.
Although the internet has expanded the retail opportunities there is nothing better than going into a store to see and feel the clothes and, as I can now, try them on before buying.
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