It seems that outfitting a new body isn't nearly as much fun as buying stuff for the old one.
I have always loved what writer Ayun Halliday calls "the small pickle-barrel transactions" of everyday life, the ordinary constant shopping that can, if you're lucky and not too strapped for cash or pressed for time, lend a little color to the daily grind. When low on hand soap, for instance, my mind doesn't say, "Ugh, add hand soap to the list" but rather "Ooh, an opportunity to explore an exciting new variety of hand soap"—maybe an excuse to go into that new boutique that sells useless things such as $7 hand soap!
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