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Life. Well Spent.

The recent bankruptcy of Sears brought to mind my earliest adulthood shopping memory.

The Sears card was my very first credit card.  It was 1989 and I was a newly working 18-year-old.  I had only been employed since June.  It was the Christmas shopping season and I visited the store where I fell in love with a keyboard that was $150.00.

“You should apply for a credit card and then you can buy the keyboard,” my mother told me.

I didn’t really know what a credit card was but apply for it I did.  And received it I did.  And bought the keyboard I did.  Nearly thirty years later I still have the keyboard and the credit card.

Over the years Sears became my stand-by store for clothes.  If I couldn’t find nice dress clothes at Caldor’s, Ames, The Fair or any other department store at the time (and there was no way I was going to find nice clothes at any of those stores), I went to Sears.  When I needed a decent winter coat, I went to Sears.  For the past twenty years I have shopped there on Black Friday just to buy beautiful, quality dress shirts as Christmas gifts for my husband.  It’s the only place I’ve ever been able to find a decent purse.  Sears was the only place I could find the pair of fashion boots my daughter wanted for school.  I don’t know how many photos of my daughter were taken in their Portrait Studio over the years.  They are some of the best professional photos I have of her.

From what I’ve been hearing the Sears stores that are still standing plan on being around through at least the end of the year and will have their annual Black Friday sale.  Unless that changes, I will be there.  It’ll probably be our last hurrah.

Sears has been a staple in my life and I’m so sad to see it go.

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I'm a writer. I'm also a wife and a parent who works too much and lives too little. In addition to writing I also love to read, listen to music, travel, cook, I enjoy looking for bargains at flea markets or thrift stores, Christmas, football and of course writing! How did I come up with the title of my blog? Two things: 1. I live in New England (duh) and 2. Canadian singer Alan Frew once arrogantly told me to "get a New England life"--again--DUH! I already HAVE one!