Swap out…

So a few days ago I had an awful, stomach-clenching longing! The random I-need-to-go-out-and-buy-a-shoe-or-bag itch. Know what I’m talking about? Bet you do, you wouldn’t be reading this particular blog if you didn’t :P. Then it hit me… oh wait, I’m unemployed technically. And I have a baby! The enormity of it all dawned… its going to be a lonnnggg time before my next designer fix isn’t it? Crappers.

While there’s many, many upsides that I’m grateful for to being a stay at home mum, this is one of the downsides. When it comes to buying expensive things, you’re meant to put yourself last. And be happy about it. If not, you’ll be good and properly judged (judgement though, doesn’t faze me; remember how we talked about me reveling in all things mainstream? No apologies.)

So, I got to thinking, what IS it about expensive things?

Several years ago, when I first ‘started using’ ;) my gorgeous friend SH asked me why I’d spend insane amounts of a month’s meager keep on one item; bearing in mind I was not too far from broke at the time (even if it was on sale). To help her see the light, I asked her how much she spent a month on keeping her hair looking fabulous. ‘Say no more,’ she said, laughing, ‘I get it.’ You see we each have one. Its just a matter of choosing your poison errrr… passion (of course we might now have a monster on our hands, with the hair AND the expensive shoes and bags. You go babe!). Its that thing you indulge in, the thing that makes you smile for a few extra minutes – every time you rub it against your cheek :D. Yes I do that, get over it.

So here am I with my little habit and no money to support it! What do we do?? We get a substitute  (obscure, Fisher Price learning toy anyone?).

I’ve swapped Jimmy Choo for Jumperoo!

For those fortunate enough to not know what a Jumperoo is, it is a fairly ugly, bouncy, activity do-dat that kids today MUST have. Very now. Seriously (alright maybe in a parallel universe).

You see, when I justify it as a developmental must-have for my baby, its difficult to feel bad about it. And lets face it, while its expensive in its little realm, its hardly going to break the bank. Well not yet anyway (provided I don’t get a pacifier for 50K I’m guessing I’m golden!). I hear the later years are a b**ch though, with things getting progressively more expensive and necessary! And that’s when THEY start to have an opinion too. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it shall we??

Annnnnnd therefore, as I somewhat sadly trawl the aisles of baby goodies, I remind myself that life is full of surprises. Who knows what’s going to come up? My next Choo may be closer than I think :D. Here’s hoping!