HomeGoods shopping started with one innocent bath mat. Forty-five minutes later, I had a candle, a ceramic bird, four bags—and no bath mat.

HomeGoods Is Playing Games with Me

I’m fairly certain HomeGoods knows exactly what I came in for…and quietly moves it to another aisle just to see what else I’ll buy first.

I had a plan. That’s where this whole thing fell apart. I walked into HomeGoods for one thing. One. Simple. Thing. A bath mat. That’s it. No browsing. No wandering. No “just taking a quick look.” I was going to march confidently to the bath mat aisle, make one excellent life decision, pay for it, and leave.

I honestly believed that. Looking back…I was adorable.

Forty-five minutes later, I was standing in front of a display of decorative lemons, wondering whether my kitchen had been missing a citrus theme all these years. It hadn’t. But HomeGoods made a surprisingly convincing argument.

This is the danger of shopping at HomeGoods. You arrive with a list and somehow leave questioning your entire decorating philosophy.

HomeGoods Is Basically Adult Disneyland

Children lose their minds in toy stores. Adults lose theirs in HomeGoods. The throw pillows whisper, “Take me home.” The blankets insist they’re softer than every blanket you’ve ever owned. The candles somehow convince you that if you buy the one called Coastal Breeze, your entire life will immediately become calmer.

Spoiler alert…it smells wonderful. The laundry still needs folding.

Something about HomeGoods shopping makes completely sensible women believe a new candle, two throw pillows, and a woven basket might finally be the organizational breakthrough we’ve been waiting for.

Apparently hope sometimes comes with a price tag.

I Don’t Need Another Mug

And yet…there I was, holding one. Apparently I now collect mugs that describe the woman I hope to become: “Breathe.” “Choose Joy.” “Live Simply.”

Meanwhile my shopping cart contained four pillows, two hand towels, a candle the size of Rhode Island, and absolutely no bath mat.

Apparently I wasn’t choosing joy. I was choosing seasonal décor.

Then I Met Her

Every HomeGoods has one: the woman with the cart. Not a full cart. A CART. Overflowing. Three lamps. A mirror. Something woven. Possibly a small ottoman.

She looked at me. I looked at her. Neither of us said a word. We didn’t have to. We both understood.

This wasn’t shopping anymore. This was a lifestyle.

The Checkout Line

The cashier smiled as she began scanning my treasures: the candle, the ridiculously soft throw blanket, the blue ceramic bird that I still couldn’t explain, and the basket I’d somehow become emotionally attached to.

Then she looked up, smiled, and asked the question every cashier asks.

“Did you find everything you were looking for today?”

I looked down into my cart. The candle. The blanket. The bird. The basket. Then I looked back at her.

“I honestly don’t remember.”

She laughed. I laughed. The woman behind me laughed. Apparently this wasn’t anybody’s first HomeGoods rodeo.

A few minutes later, I walked out carrying four bags and feeling oddly victorious. As I headed toward the parking lot…I passed the bath mats.

There they were. An entire aisle of them. Just sitting there, patiently waiting.

Mocking me.

I stopped, looked at the bath mats, looked at my bags, and shook my head.

“We’ll try again another day.”

And I kept right on walking.

Maybe That’s the Fun of It

Here’s the thing. I didn’t need half the things in those bags. I probably didn’t need another basket. And unless the Coastal Breeze candle has recently developed the ability to fold laundry, it did not transform my life.

But for forty-five ridiculous minutes, I wandered. I laughed. I smelled candles. I considered decorative lemons. I had a silent moment of solidarity with a woman transporting what appeared to be half the lighting department.

And I came home with a story.

Maybe that’s why I love little detours like HomeGoods shopping more than I probably should. Not everything we do has to be productive. Not every outing has to accomplish exactly what we intended.

Sometimes a completely unnecessary purchase is just a completely unnecessary purchase.

And sometimes…

joy looks suspiciously like forgetting the bath mat. 🐞

🐞 Stay Awhile…

If you’re not quite ready to leave the porch, here are a few more paths you might enjoy wandering down.

If your inner voice has been taking life a little too seriously lately…
→ Overcoming Negative Self-Talk: Finding Honey in the Hundred Acre Wood

If you could use a reminder that ordinary life is where most of the good stuff actually happens…
→ How to Find Joy in Everyday Life — Even on a Tuesday

And if your house is currently loud, messy, and wonderfully alive…
→ How to Find Contentment in Life — Enjoy the Noise

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I’ll send you my free Welcome to the Cottage letter series—five little notes filled with humor, hope, and gentle reminders that you’re not walking through life alone.

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The porch light will always be on. 🐞