The other day, I was sitting smugly in front of my computer, having just bought a new set of curtains for our guest room. I was forced to consider the fact that since our offer on the house was accepted, my priorities regarding finances had rearranged themselves considerably.
I used to spend considerable amounts of time browsing the internet for books, researching the newest trends in clothing (which I was never brave enough to buy, of course), and finding out who the “Next! Big! Thing!” in music was going to be. I never thought twice about “comfort-shopping” if I was having a lousy day.
“What? I work for a living. If I need a treat to pull myself out of the occasional funk about working for a living, I can get one. With the money that I earn. From said working.”
(Yes. I am extremely well-spoken in my inner monologue. NOT.)
Did I mention the Etsy shopping? I’m sure I did. 😉
Since January, both Army Boy and I have been remarkably frugal. Most of that was an automatic response to the sheer amount of STUFF that we would need to make the house inhabitable. Any time we’d come up with a little extra money, we’d discuss what would be a worthwhile purchase for both of us- an extra set of sheets? Sure! Some more kitchen utensils? Absolutely! A blanket chest for the living room? That makes sense.
I have to admit, I was proud of myself for making the switch from singleton to partner so smoothly. Instead of thinking about MY makeup and MY books and MY spending, I was thinking as a WE. Groceries took the place of unnecessary treats, and curtains were my new porn.
No seriously. I was slightly obsessed for a while. Decorating your own space is intoxicating.
This weekend, though, a switch flipped in my brain.
Maybe it was a result of the sudden change from spring-like weather to the cold rainy return of winter for a few more days. Maybe it was looking at my limited wardrobe in the shared master bedroom closet. Which was totally an optical illusion, because I’ve been gradually moving my clothes from my parents’ house, leaving the “summer” selections for last.
It was a perfect storm, triggered by blah weather, fashion boredom, and the arrival of my $30 in rewards from one of my naughty naughty credit cards. PLUS I was seeing some really tempting details and trends echoed by some of the more affordable retailers. I just needed to get my hands on them.
The evil monster of “Want!” woke up, and it needed some clothes for spring. It was CRAVING girly things. Not a lot, but maybe a couple of light tops to intersperse with my usual wardrobe… To give myself credit, I did mention to Army Boy that I felt a little shopping coming on. His response?
“Can I get some teeshirts?”
I got my springy, practical work pieces. And a new dress (?!). And an adorable pair of ballet flats…
I may have stopped over at YouStink Soap to replenish some of my favorites and get a new scent for spring.
But now? The summer clothes beast has been awakened, and much like the Kraken, will not rest until it has destroyed Athens. Or my bank account. One of the two.
Are there any indulgences that you’re craving for Spring?