Confessions of a Pilgrim Shopaholic
Comments (View) “Toward the end of our first January, I travelled to Boston to purchase a thimbleful of salt. And now, five years later, I have travelled to Boston for a second thimbleful. I am out of control.
During our first winter, I sewed two simple black woollen dresses, which I have alternated wearing in the years since. And yet this morning I find myself thinking about patching the frayed collar on one of the dresses. Have I no shame?”
Normally Shouts & Murmurs in the New Yorker is painfully unfunny, but this parody of “Confessions of a Shopoholic” is so much the epitome of withering contempt that I kind of loved it.
