Until December 23, 2010, I was a city girl. I had daily lattes, shopped a little too often, relied on public transportation, and rejected the thought of ever living in the country. When my husband and I decided to leave it all for West Texas to farm, life changed completely. Read my “Farmwife Confessions” to learn about the transition.
You read that right: I shop at the Wal-Mart. Not just Wal-Mart. The Wal-Mart.
I know that millions of Americans shop at Wal-Marts across the country so this confession might not seem like a big deal. But I never shop at Wal-Mart. Scratch that. I used to never shop at Wal-Mart.
Long before I heard of the environmental and social complaints that so many have about Wal-Mart, I refused to shop at Wal-Mart when I was growing up. It was just plain dirty. And Target was across the street, so why would I ever go to Wal-Mart?
I carried over that prejudice all through college. And imagine my relief when there were no Wal-Marts in DC.
And now, I shop there on a weekly basis. And it’s kinda awesome.
I wrote last week about the limited veggie supply at the local grocery store. But, The Wal-Mart has great veggies.
And look how handsome Farmer Russell looks picking out his cereal at The Wal-Mart.
And when we’re done picking out our broccoli and mini wheats, we can go look at TVs at The Wal-Mart.
All for a fraction of what we paid in DC.
So, hate all you want, but I’ll be at The Wal-Mart.