I used to pride myself on being a low-maintenance woman. Aaaaand then I turned into putty in my husband’s hands when he had 12 roses delivered to me.
It turns out I LOVE having flowers delivered. Pricey wife, I am.
I do still take some pride in the fact that I’m not a full-fledged high-maintenance woman. For example, I don’t buy things for myself, um, ever. UNLESS my husband gifts me with a gift card and ORDERS me to use it.
This week, I hit a point where I just wished for roughly $1,000 to spend frivolously on myself.
The last time I bought jeans, I bought them at Savers. They don’t fit quite right, and let’s face it: they were half way to their grave when I bought them.
My legs are not easy to shop for. They are SO LONG, and jean shopping was the cross my father hereditarily (not a word) handed to me.
“Here, daughter, these are for you,” he said and then somewhere between 4th and 6th grade?
*BAM*
My legs started growing, and growing and growing and growing. I love my legs, really. But shopping for them? I’d sooner wear skirts every dang day of my life than go jean shopping.
Long jeans are so pricey! Cute long jeans? Sheesh. But if I had $1,000?
I’d buy a few pair in a heart beat.
These are $57 from DownEast Basics. I need to branch my fashion out a little. About 1/2 of my entire wardrobe is DownEast clothes I bought on sale or clearance. But when you’ve got a good thing, why stray?
The other half is used stuff I’ve picked up from Goodwill, yard sales, and the free clothing swap the church does every year.
But back to these:
36″ inseam? come to Mama!
I’d also get my hairs done again. Remember back in August when I went to a retreat for women? Remember how I saved for an entire year to go with my mom? I absolutely loved that retreat, and I love what they did to my hair! I have a card that has the formula the girl used to do my hair, and I have an Aveda salon just over an hour away! It’s just… I don’t have $200 to cover the cost of it all. BUT if I had $1,000, I’d get my hair done again. I’d also buy all of the products to go with it. Haven’t you ever wanted to do that? I’d also get a massage while I was there. Because I could.
As it stands, I’m ashamed to admit that I haven’t even trimmed my hair since August. Ouchies.
The last thing I would do with that money? Buy a fancy-pants printer -an HP printer that doesn’t eat my ink, that prints without jamming up every time and one that treats me like a lady.
Whatever cash was left would be spent on my house. Which isn’t actually MY house but my DAD’S house that we rent from him.
There’s so many improvements I’d love to make, but they’re not necessary. They’re just the kind that haunt you when you’re a stay-at-home mom who spends entire days in the same house.
I get itchy to improve! improve! improve!
I think it’s a woman thing.
Just ask any husband out there.
Speaking of husbands.
I just asked mine what he would do with $1,000. He grinned like a little boy.
“Save it. Then when I had enough, I’d buy me a big fat TV.” He then made a sound effect and pretended to plaster a giant TV on the wall of our modular home (that, remember, is a rental).
Obviously if either of us had $1,000 we’d hoard it and save it for a house.
*sigh*
Making mature decisions can be SUCH a downer. On second thought: thank goodness we don’t have $1,000.
Anyway.
What would you do with $1,000? Don’t give me a mature decision answer, either. Give me your frivolous answer.