I’m walking down Post Street, passing Starbucks after Starbucks, pulling my coat as close to me as possible, shielding myself from the wind. My hair, which I had styled just an hour before, is out of control, conspiring with the wind to make me look all out of sorts. Although the weather isn’t on my side today, I feel a slight encouragement as I adjust my turquoise scarf, feeling like the heroine in my favorite book series, Confessions of a Shopaholic, by Sophie Kinsella.
