Shopping therapy is good for the soul

This was a dismal weekend.

No, I’m not back to being my old sad-sack self again… it was just… dreary. Rainy, cloudy, gloomy, blah. Dismal.

It was so crummy this weekend that they canceled the yearly Air and Water Show in Chicago on Sunday. And that NEVER happens. Unless, of course, it rains so much that the ground turns into quicksand… which isn’t too far from the truth this weekend.

Anyway, I spent most of Saturday holed up in my apartment because it just didn’t make sense to do much else. I thought about doing some laundry, but changed my mind about that because the sidewalk from my back staircase to the basement has been broken up since early July, awaiting paving, and it was nothing but a rocky, muddy river this weekend. I wasn’t in the mood to navigate that mess.

So when Sunday rolled around, and I woke up with yet another sore back from my squishy, saggy 20-year-old mattress, I decided it was time to partake in some Shopping Therapy.

I knew I had some extra money in my possession and I thought to myself what I should do with it. Of course, the obvious thing would be to save it, but I came up with a list of possibilities anyway, and they were as follows:

1. I don’t need a computer. I have a computer. It works fine.

2. I don’t need a camera. I WANT a new camera, but the one I have works fine.

3. I don’t need a TV. I have a good TV, and it works fine.

4. I don’t need an iPod or any other type of fun toy. I have an iPod and it works fine.

5. I need to do some work on my car, but the work that I need to do won’t cost me all that much.

6. I NEED a new bed.

It was amazingly easy to narrow down the choices after that.

Just to give you an idea of how lethargic I was feeling, it took me a good 2-3 hours to get my shit together and walk to the END OF MY BLOCK to the Bedding Experts store that has been there for just over a year now. Luckily, because of the weather, it was a slow day; and the nice guy that worked there was fully available to answer all of my questions. Not to mention he was kinda cute.

I laid on a few Sealys and tried out some Stearns and Fosters before I came across one that fit my price range (a Sealy Posturpedic) and felt oh-so-nice. I also looked at some headboards (since I haven’t had a headboard since I was in high school), and looked at a catalog of bed frames. I found one that I really liked a lot. It’s a platform bed, which means I wouldn’t have to buy a box-spring, and it’s sleek, sexy and just what I was looking for. It looks a little like this, but that one is a Crate & Barrel bed, which would cost me twice as much– or more. Also, the one I want has a walnut finish, which is much more versatile than the chocolate one in the photo.

I purchased the mattress by itself and told the guy I’d give the bed some thought for a little while. After all, I’m getting paid in a few days and I’ve already paid off everything else for the month. So I have a little flow to work with, here.

I took my laundry to the laundromat, because it had to get done. I couldn’t wait another minute. While I was there, I thought everything over and talked about it with my Mom on the cell phone. By the time I got home, I decided I wanted the bed, too– but by then the store was closed. I’ll call him on Monday and make the arrangements.

It felt SO GOOD to do all of this. I have been putting off buying a new, “grown-up” bed for far too long, and today I finally checked another important thing off my list of things to do.

The mattress arrives on Tuesday and the bed will probably take another couple weeks after that. I can’t wait to sleep on it that first night!!!

Yes, shopping therapy IS good for the soul. It’s also going to be very good for the back. :-)

Published by Rick

Rick Aiello knows something about cheese - he was born and raised in Kenosha, Wisconsin. Since moving to Chicago in 1997 he has involved himself in Chicago's music and arts scene, both as a cabaret artist and as a member of the Chicago Gay Men's Chorus. With a taste for the ridiculous and fanciful, he began his personal blog, Rick's Launching Pad in 2004. Rick lives in Chicago with his two furry children, Pippin and Screech, and enjoys photography, music, cooking and men... not necessarily in that order.