I don’t like to shop at giant box stores. (Too immoral.) I shun malls. (Too overwhelming.) I like to poke around in local shops and chat with the shopkeepers. And I’m an ace at online bargain shopping, willing to spend hours and hours in search of a good deal.

But sometimes, a girl just wants to get what she needs (a lipstick red tee, some yarn for GrammyRubi, ribbon and straight pins for the on-going sewing projects, and something chocolate and gooey, just because) and get on with it, without wasting a lot of time (and fuel) driving from one place to the next. And that’s when she sets a few of her moral tenets aside and goes to Wal-Mart.