I cannot remember the last time that I shopped for something solely for myself.
It was bonus time recently but all I could think about was saving up the extra cash for our future needs (a.k.a baby baby baby). I did think about getting something nice for myself but being in a small town doesn’t present me with a lot of retail therapy to spoil myself. Perhaps I could for a facial…or a hair treatment? But pregnancy hormones give me great skin that require little to no maintenance and I’ve had my short crop for months that barely requires anything more than a wash and running a brush through it.
My credit card bills for the last 10 months or so are also less than ‘interesting’ – Astro autodebit, monthly insurance payments, airline tickets for my parents and the occasional swipe for groceries. Of course hubby is well pleased and proud of me for this – but even HE is shopping for himself.
To be honest, apart from the many many things we have to get to prepare for the new arrival, I cannot for the life of me think of anything I would like for ME right now. A new bag? Naaah….I hate accumulating things. A new dress? Can’t fit. New shoes? Whatever for. New skincare? Sticking to my current regime. New knick knacks? Can’t find any here.
Perhaps a few months from now, I might be dying for some retail therapy. But for now, I am contented.
