I’m working every day over the next couple of weeks. Not full days, just part days – but (although I don’t have to dress up or don work attire at all) – I’m struggling to find enough stuff to wear. My old pre-seachange clothes don’t fit and my post-seachange clothes mostly consist of soft-pants and around-the-house tshirts. The latter are fine for working from home, grocery shopping and the streets of Hervey Bay, but on the off-chance someone comes into our office I really don’t want to be in my old Nike tshirt. Thongs sure, but I do have SOME standards.
Thankfully a very unflattering shirt from my old days fits. I rarely wore it once I lost weight but hung onto it cos it was bloody expensive. I sold a heap of my old designer stuff via eBay last year but am now relieved I kept this shirt.
So I was driving into my part-time (contract) job this morning feeling quite chuffed with myself in my fabulous shirt (despite the fact I look even larger and perhaps pregnant when I wear it) and I realised a sad sad fact. And something very ironic…
I whinge A LOT about money nowadays and yet I was wearing a $350+ Nicola Waite shirt. (Not to mention the fact that I was driving my little Mercedes from my beachside apartment!)
Nonetheless, I was reminded of the dichotomy between my old life – when I wasn’t ‘wealthy’ but comfortable; and my current life – where things seem a bit harder.
I have some excessive bills and only work part-time (part of that whole work/life balance thing). So, as I’m sure I did many many years ago, I’ve been forced to make tough decisions. Like – no new clothes. At all. ALL YEAR! And… I desperately need some new winter shoes, but alas… (not a priority, I’m telling myself!).
I also want a new bookshelf (mine are overflowing) and quite frankly would spend the $80 on that BEFORE I bought myself any new clothes, but again… do I really NEED one and can I justify the expense when I have bills to pay?
Don’t get me wrong – I hardly live as frugally as I should and I’m the first to admit my priorities are a bit screwy! While I wouldn’t dream of visiting a beautician for an eyebrow wax and the like, I still buy bottled wine (and more of it than I should). I buy expensive cuts of meat and rarely look at prices as I grab stuff off the supermarket shelves.
However, I find myself questioning my spending far more than I once did – which I actually think is a good thing. Sure I miss the days when tightening the belt meant not eating out as often, or buying TS14+ clothes rather than Nicola Waite, or not buying DVDs or books. But it gives me an opportunity to decide what’s really important.
And like I said – sometimes my desires surprise me – bookshelf over clothes, anyone?
Have you had to tighten your belt at various times?
Do you have *ahem* not-always-sensible priorities?
I know this isn’t particularly wordless but there are three expertly-taken iPhone pics in the post; so I’m linking up with Trish from My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday