Tipping Point

It’s here. My tipping point. I’m completely turned off by the idea of spending money on anything for myself because I feel like I won’t live long enough to get my return on investment.

And I’m not even talking about major purchases. I’m talking about things like Valentine Day gifts or anniversary presents. There’s a lot of occasions coming in in the next few months – anniversary, Mother’s Day, my birthday – so I know people or at least one person will be pressuring me to come up with gift idea. Back in the day, I could even wangle an Easter present but now I don’t need anything and I don’t want anything.

Well, maybe one of these little vintage planters so  I can clip roses and keep it filled all summer long.

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Because, pantalones. OBVIOUSLY.

But really, although this would give me pleasure right now, what is going to happen to it after I shuffle off this mortal coil? [I’m perfectly healthy and in fine, if winter-weary, shape. I’m just thinking, that’s all.] What will my children do when they find it among my possessions? Gaze at it and wonder what to do with it? Toss it on a junk heap without deliberation?

I don’t know.

Gawd, is it spring yet?

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4 thoughts on “Tipping Point

  1. Back in the 80’s I sold all my son’s vintage Star Wars toys and felt guilty. Then God created eBay, got most of them back …. to great expense, but worth it. Now I have all granddaughters, drat my luck. Should I hold out for great-grandsons? The oldest grands are 11. #FirstWorldProblems huh? 😉

  2. I saw a precious shabby “chicish” baby blue ceramic bunny in Hobby Lobby yesterday that made me stop in my tracks. Aside from the crates of Easter/ spring decorations I already have, I am hostessing a baby boy shower in a few weeks with blue bunnies as my theme. The only way I was able to walk away (reluctantly) from that precious thing was it was only 30% off. I would never buy anything in a Hobby Lobby that isn’t 50% off.

  3. I figure all of my stuff will wind up in a thrift shop/antique shop and will be purchased and enjoyed by someone else. Cycle of life.

    I will say it makes me a little sad when I see something like a hand-embroidered luncheon cloth in a thrift shop because I think of all the many hours someone put into it, and it was just kind of ABANDONED there. (So of course I have to buy it, as someone who knows how much work such a thing takes)

    My books – well, if things like libraries still exist when I am fixing to shuffle off this mortal coil, I’m going to find out if libraries want some of mine. (I have a crapton of books, some of which are probably valuable)

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