killing time

Killing time used to mean shopping. Spending lots of money while trying to calculate how much I had left in my chequing account.

Shoes, handbags, sweaters, earrings, notebooks and pens, you name it, I had it, and I wanted more of it. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't say I've ever had a shopping problem, it just happened to be my favourite way of making the minutes tick on while I waited.

This morning I had a fabulous family shoot in Cumberland that ended a wee bit early, so I found myself with 60 minutes to kill before my afternoon shoot. Apparently somewhere along the way I traded the shoes, the handbags, and the sweaters for a laptop, a coffee, and some quality time just me and my business.

Maybe not a DRASTIC change, but hey... my debit card thanks me for it.

PS. I almost didn't post this in fear of Starbucks finding me in bed with it's competitor. But...the coffee was tasty, the wifi was free, and the winter cup was lovely. I couldn't help it.


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