BB Grey–musings

Daily writing prompt

Where would you go on a shopping spree?

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So, where would I go on a shopping spree? Buckle up, because this might shock you. I’m a sucker for REI—give me hiking gear and tools any day—but deep down? I’m a mushy romantic. Yeah, I know, wild plot twist! If my employees or subcontractors caught wind of this, they’d choke on their energy drinks and spit-take all over their work boots. True story.

I’d hit up Paris, baby—the Champs-Élysées, to be exact. (Fingers crossed spellcheck’s got my back, because I’m winging that one.) That’s my shopping spree dream spot. Sure, the fancy goods are nice—bags, shoes, whatever—but it’s not about the loot. It’s the vibe, the essence, the whole Parisian je-ne-sais-what that makes me weak in the knees. Picture this: me, strolling those golden streets, solo or with someone (preferably someone who doesn’t hog the croissants). Even alone, I’d be living my best life. Coffee and a flaky pastry in hand, weaving through chic boutiques, then juggling shopping bags while sipping some over-the-top Parisian cocktail that probably costs more than my rent. Worth it.

The whole scene plays in my head like a vintage black-and-white film—soft portrait lighting, a little faded filter, some artsy vignetting around the edges. You know, that classy old-Hollywood look. I’m practically twirling down the avenue in my mind, and bonus: I look way skinnier in monochrome. So yeah, that’s my spree—Paris, random treasures, and soaking in the experience like a total sap. Deal with it.