Here in the States, it’s Black Friday, aka, the day of major epic awesome sales in stores nationwide. These days, it’s not uncommon for Black Friday sales to start on the evening of Thanksgiving. So folks will finish up their turkey dinners and head out to the stores before they even have time to button their pants back up! Ahh, I love you America.
Truthfully, I’m not much of a Black Friday shopper. Because people are legit scary out there on this day. Thank you, internet, for enabling me to take advantage of most Black Friday deals without having to rub elbows with the crazies. Even though I don’t partake in Black Friday festivities, I do have the shopping bug. Guys, I have it bad.
I get quite a rush from buying anything, whether necessary or superfluous, practical or impractical. Dishwasher detergent from Target? I’m delirious. New anti-frizz product for my hair? Yes please. Even more new dresses for Ell-Bell? Would love some. Another Moleskin notebook when I already have 5 and none of them have a single page filled out? Gotta have it!
I’m guessing I inherited my shopping habits from my mom. She’s the kind of lady who thinks she saved money when she bought something on sale that she wasn’t already planning on buying. I mock, but here I am years later buying things from Target that I don’t need because I have a coupon for ten cents off. Yikes. (But guys, I saved ten cents!)
As if my own shopping habits aren’t bad enough, I compounded the problem by marrying another shopaholic. Hubby, he likes the finer things. So while I’m out killing us financially by the nickle and dime, he’s browsing the internet for table saws, 900-fill down jackets, and pick-up trucks.
This is all pretty problematic when Hubby and I are somehow supposed to be cutting our expenses down by 75%. So does that mean all shopping has gone out the window? Honestly, no. Shopping has always been therapeutic for me, and I can’t bear to give it up completely. But, I do a lot more near-buys these days. You know, put it in your cart, walk around with it for a while, and then put it back on the shelf. What a rush! I’m living dangerously over here, you guys.
Until next time,