I don’t know what’s happened the past 3 weeks, but I’ve fallen off the frugal wagon. Maybe I’m being complacent, what, with a new president about to come into office to make things all better. But whatever it is, people, I’ve been bad. Read bad.
I got a $90 haircut. $90! I know there’s a better way to do it here in Chicago, but I didn’t investigate it. All I did was ask around to my non-frugal friends about where they get their hair cut and took the first available appointment because it was so much easier and reliable. (Of course, it was totally worth the money.) What to do? At least I didn’t sign up right away for the $350 Brazilian straightening treatment.
I’ve purchased but haven’t cut the tags off a spectacular red leather messenger back that I totally don’t need, but got during a return/ exchange at Nordstrom’s one lonely day. It seemed to be a good idea at the time, and I mean, I had a store credit. For $100, it didn’t seem to be that outrageous of a decision. But it sure wasn’t frugal.
Our family came to town this weekend and we ATE OUT EVERY MEAL. Not to mention the indigestion I now have from garlic popcorn (delish), we totally overindulged in a 3-course, 4-dessert gastronomic extravanganza. How could I say no? I was counting every Starbucks I’d go without considering there wasn’t an entree on the menu less than $25, but we had company in town. I couldn’t very well pass off my brisket as a gourmet meal out. And, until about the 5th meal out in a row it actually tasted very very good to consume someone else’s cooking.
But now, I must repent to my blog audience. I’ve fallen off the wagon hard and it feels so good, but I know I have to reign in the spending again soon. Help!
