I can't make decisions. I've never been able to, especially when shopping. One of my sons is the same. We both prefer to browse through catalogues. This way, there's no-one breathing down our necks saying can they help us? (No. Leave us alone).
But this too has a downside. Because one can dither over a catalogue, too, and when I've finally decided that that really is THE top (pair of boots, jeans, whatever) I HAVE to have, it's sold out. Only in my size and my chosen colour, but sold out.
It's about to happen again. Another (non-dithering) son gave me a voucher for Christmas for the wonderful Bluestone Gallery in Devizes. It sells beautiful hand-made jewellery, ceramics, prints, silk scarves. I even like its knick knacks (I'm not usually a knick knack kind of person, not least because that sort of thing needs dusting). They have, for example, lovely little china sheep. I don't want one, but I love them just the same.
I've just been in there this morning, browsing with my voucher. I looked at the beautiful hand-made silk scarves, and imagined myself looking like Judy Dench, who wears her age (and her scarves) so elegantly. I've got to the age where I need to cover up my neck, because everything is beginning to drift southwards, and this scarf would look great. Lovely E (I don't want to embarrass her by giving her name) modelled it for me, told me the best way to tie it, assured me it would look great on me. But did I buy it? Of course I didn't. Do I want it? I think so. Will it still be there next week, when I finally decide to buy it? Of course it won't Sigh.