Obviously this is engagement ring city. Couples are wandering along and girls are pointing through the windows and the men are smiling but all look slightly sick whenever their girlfriends turn away.

Except...I do. Of course I do. Because as his hands gently cup my waist, I don't make a sound. As he swivels me around to face him, I don't make a sound. I don't need to. We're still talking. Every touch he makes, every imprint of his skin is like another word, another thought, a continuation of our conversation. And we're not done yet. Not yet.

But sometimes you have to be brave. Sometimes you have to show people what's important in life.

I am not a label snob and have learned that the thrill of shopping can be just as great, if not more so, when you find a bargain.

I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.

I change my mind so much, I'm better going on my own. Shopping is a selfish activity anyway.

Rule of life. If you bother to ask someone’s advice, then bother to listen to it.