Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Daily Dose Of Spending



A month or so ago, I threatened -- nay, planned -- to sneak in an extra spending hiatus this year. I even invited you to join me. THEN I went so far as to set a date range, because I thought it might help more of you play along if you could stock your pantries before swearing off spending any money for 10 days. Ten long, frugal days. Ten days of testing our willpower and resisting our natural urge to spend.
Why did I ask you to play along? Weren't you just dying to see how it would turn out for you? Would you make it through a week and two weekends without any three-dollar lattes? Would your planning and thrift match that of our grandmothers'?
I've been there. I've done that. I sewed the t-shirt.
But this November, despite my plans, I am NOT doing it. I just can't. We've cut back so far, and so deep, that I just couldn't face 10 days of giving up the occasional paperback book. We don't even have television anymore, people. No HGTV. No RFDTV. And no other strange initial TV either. It's raining outside (I know, I know, I asked for it.) so we can't play horses. The garden is done so I can't mess around in the dirt. It's reading or board games or nuttin', honey.
So, instead of embarking on the "bonus" spending hiatus, I went and bought a thermos. It's a little ironic, since I own a fairly impressive collection of vintage thermoses (thermi?). But this one is brand-new, with no one else's coffee schmutz inside. It's cheerful red gingham with a glass liner. The stopper and cup are pristine. Because, you know, they're new.
Every morning since I bought it at an overpriced gift shop in a college town near me, I make myself some of my favorite espresso. I warm some milk on the stove. It's doesn't take any longer than the microwave, and it's just essentially better. Then I further splurge on a splash of hazelnut syrup.
I think I've paid for my spendy new thermos in money saved at Dutch Brothers. But that was not the intent. I went to spend a little. To feel spoiled for just a minute. I walked into the overpriced gift shop with the goal of blowing some cash on me. Me me me. I spent some money, and it wasn't on groceries or auto insurance or Osh Kosh or animal feed. Is that called retail therapy? Because I think I like it.
Anyway it's cute and it makes me happy. And ... all the other volleyball moms wanted to know where I got it.

6 comments:

Katie said...

Just dropping by to raise a ruckus.

...or something like that. :)

Misty said...

did I see you are doing nanowrimo? I am beyond jealous if you are! I have done it the past three years, but couldn't this year...

that IS retail therapy. I love retail therapy... too much, which in turn makes me hate and resent it.
*sigh*

Alexis said...

Yep, that's definitely retail therapy... I'm happy to admit I do it too. From time to time. If momma ain't happy ain't nobody happy :)

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Alexis said...

Double posting is FUN!

Farm Chick Paula said...

I have thermos envy.
I must check into getting some retail therapy for that. tee hee