You’d think a wannabe frugalista like me would be basking in the glow of ridiculous after-Christmas sales that I’ve been privvy to down here in the warmer climate of Florida. Who buys cashmere down here anyway?
But really it is all just a little depressing. Even for a sale whore like me.
I like the chase of a good sale. Perusing through the sale racks, finding that nugget of a deal. Now that everything’s on sale, where’s the challenge? The pursuit? I’m not that thrilled by the hunt of this fall’s jeans at 5 years ago prices. Sales aren’t that fun when there’s so much to choose from.
I mean, I’m kidding of course. I love loads of merchandise on the cheap. Only problem is that I don’t want to burn the extra cash on it. Even on the cheapest of cashmere sweaters in all my sizes.
Ah, my worst conundrum. So much to buy, so little to buy with.
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