Parsimonius!!!!
What is it with me? Is it being half Armenian? I strongly dislike parting with cash! Especially for things which are not totally practical! I am writing this post-dragged around Valencia on an 8 hr. shopping odyssey with one of the world’s best shoppers- Leslie!! The Ramirez clan can really shop! 8 hrs is like a warm-up! I came away with some practicals, and some not-so-practicals. Here is a list of the day’s loot:
One Casio “Oceanus” Series watch - 69.00 Euros (discounted 40 percent)
Six Assorted Note Pads - 12.70
Effervescent Centrum Vitamins - 9.75
2 pr. Spanish leather Shoes - 138.00
4 T-shirts from Aldolpho Dominguez -76.00
Taxi / Food / Incedentals -50.00 Grand Total: 355.45 Euros!!!
This is all good stuff, but why do I feel so shallow, so materialistic?
Was I instilled with a sense of guilt as a child about spending money?
Did I not have a role model who shopped? Neither of my parents EVER shopped!
This is uncharted territory for me…I have no guidelines to go by, only the vague notion that shopping is the past time of the spiritually bankrupt. But surely this can’t be true! Nothing is ever this black and white! Or is it? Anyhow, the damage to my wallet has been done, so now, in the words of my very good friend and role model Greta Gaines: “You just gotta look good and move on.”
Greta, I haven’t forgotten about that two hundred bucks I owe you, I swear!