Being not married I shop these days alone. In the past I have shopped with my nephew who would look disgusted when I put some colours together and suggest another, he was always right. I also shopped with my father . He went asleep in the car outside and I shopped. One shop drove us both batty because one of the workers kept looking at him and then asking if he wanted to come in. One of our shops has a coffee area where husbands sit w siting for partners who are shopping. I love sitting there and talking to the men. They know exactly what their wife is after and their latest projects and are pleased to praise their skills. They also know a great deal about blocks and colours. I usually know exactly what I want and have seen it on my way to the area.