This year, I’ve sworn off shopping for 365 days in favor of order, frugality, and a massive closet-life-purge. What’s a shopaholic to do in time of such dire need? One word, friends: window shopping. Any other year I would have said that I don’t “do” window shopping, that it’s a frivolous waste of precious time and there are far better things to do, such as shampooing one’s dog or sorting through receipts, for instance, but is no regular year so I decided to give it a go. I had to be careful to find the proper arena for this feat – something with just enough eye candy to stimulate, but nothing that would tug at my pursestrings too much. Melrose Avenue, or rather its most lively stretch between La Brea and Fairfax, seemed the logical answer – fun, familiar, but safely too colorful and hipster-friendly for my personal preference.
