If my vacuum, my beloved Dyson, were to break, I'd be in the market for a new vacuum.
If we needed to move, I'd be in the market for a new house.
As it is now, I'm in the market for boy dress-up clothes. That is what happens when you glance up from washing dishes to see your two-year-old son tearing around the playroom in nothing but a diaper and a pink tutu.
Excuse me, I believe I have some shopping to do.