Where would you go on a shopping spree?
If someone told me I could go on a shopping spree anywhere I liked, most people would probably expect the answer to involve glittering department stores, designer labels, and the sort of handbags that cost more than a small car.
But truthfully, that sort of shopping has never interested me very much.
If I were given complete freedom for a day, I’d go somewhere far more dangerous to my wallet — a proper old bookshop.
You know the kind. Slightly crooked shelves, a bell above the door, and the faint scent of paper that has quietly survived several decades of human life.
Bookshops have a curious effect on me. I walk in telling myself I’ll just have a quick look, and suddenly I’m standing at the counter with a stack of novels, a notebook I didn’t know I needed, and perhaps a small fountain pen that feels far too elegant for everyday life.
There’s something wonderfully indulgent about buying books you have absolutely no immediate need for — stories waiting patiently for some quiet afternoon when the world slows down enough for you to open them.
So if I ever did go on a shopping spree, you wouldn’t find me under the bright lights of a luxury boutique.
You’d find me somewhere quieter, wandering slowly between shelves, discovering little pieces of other people’s imaginations.
Which, if you think about it, is a rather lovely thing to spend money on.
Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋

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