Right before Mark became jobless, I went a bit on a spending spree for the house. I had a good freelance year last year and admit that even though I am frugal, I can spend money (with limits, of course) like nobody’s business when I have it. We’re not talking big purchases, but a few nice chairs, some small danish modern chests off ebay, shelving and some art and frames to go with it. It does all add up though, so when we were suddenly dealing with unemployment I felt a whole lot of buyer’s remorse for my recent purchases.
At the time I could justify anything – “I work from home…I’m surrounding myself with nice things because I sit here and have to stare at the house all day…we’re not kids anymore, we can spend money on the apartment because that’s what adults do”. As I sit here, my mind racing through the millions of things I need to do for the food biz and for my work projects, my eye always seem to wander over to the ceramic plant orb by Perch, one of the last purchases I made. I don’t know, it just makes me happy. And with the way things are going these days, one can argue that it’s not a frivolous purchase after all, right?