I got a secret.Â I am not as much of a spend thrift as I like to think I am.Â Oh sure, I wait for sales.Â I use coupons.Â I debate the merits of name brands versus generics and store brands.Â But somewhere deep down, a shopper is lurking and looking to get out.
Only thing is… it is rarely if ever for myself.Â We have a frequent… shall we say disagreement between TheWife and I about the state and items in my wardrobe.Â It generally centers around, the tattered state of my clothing, or things that I fight too hard to hold on to, that haven’t seen the light of “in style” for quite some time.Â These disagreements usually end one of two ways.Â Either, I win, with the final, “well if you don’t like it, then don’t wear it” which will send her off in a frustrated huff, or she will retaliate with the final trump card, “We will not be seen with you in public looking like that” which then necessitates a shopping trip.
But, that really only applies to me.Â When I start to shop for my daughter, I am like the proverbial kid in the candy store.Â I want to buy everything.Â Now some of this is the slight benefit of having only one child, because I definitely could not afford to be like this with two (or more).Â A simple task to buy a single item, never seems to work out that way.
Today is an excellent example.Â I knew about a bathing suit that LatteGirl really wanted to get.Â We had been pondering it, but it is a Disney exclusive, and really a bit too expensive at normal retain.Â But it went on sale, and so I got the blessing by TheWife to go ahead and purchase it.Â A single bathing suit.Â Marked down from $24.95 to a much more respectable $12.95.Â Great.
When I was done.Â I had spent well in excess of $100.Â Because, well since I am getting the bathing suit,Â I should get her the matching terry pullover for when we go on vacation.Â Oh, and here is the matching beach towel. Well I know she will like that.Â Oh, Oh, and what about whenÂ we go to the beach?Â Here are the matching water shoes.Â And she is getting bigger now, and should be more responsible for her own stuff, so I can get this beach bag, so that she can carry her own water shoes and towel.Â But she can’t wear her water shoes off of the sand, so I should get the flip flops too.Â And on and on it goes.
And this isn’t the first (and probably won’t be the last) time I do it.Â I feel powerless against the need to accessorize and buy all the matching items.Â So long as it is for my little princess.Â
I guess the shopper was always in there… It just took a little girl to bring it out of me.