The quest for beauty is an expensive proposition and there is so much involved with being beautiful on the outside. Creams, powders, exfoliates, foundation, blush, cleanser, buffers, zit cream, eye shadow, eye brow, lip and other body part waxing or plucking. Manicures, pedicures, mud baths, hair color, hair straightening, perms, hair cuts/styles, botox, eye tucks, curling irons, hair straighteners, hair sculpting gel, anti-frizz gel, hair spray, and the list goes on.
I'm not a high-maintenance girl when it comes to my beauty care routine. I wash my face at night after removing my make-up. I brush my teeth, floss and then I'm done. In the morning, I take a shower, wash my hair, put make-up on, dry my hair and I go. Each week I do my nails. Surprisingly, this simple routine requires the following products:
Bathing:
Shampoo
Conditioner
Tree Tea Tingle bath wash (Trader Joe's -- I highly recommend)
Toothbrush
Tooth paste
Dental flossM
Make-up remover
Clearsil face cleansing pads
Hair Care:
Spray conditioner for heat damaged hair
Goop that helps keep my style
Blow dryer
3 different sized round brushes
Hair spray
Make-Up:
Moisturizer w/sun-block 15
Cream foundation in two different colors (to get the perfect blend to match my pastey skin)
Touch base for eyelids (keeps my eye shadow on all day - Clinique product)
Eye shadow in three different colors
Mascara -- lots and lots of mascara
Under-eye cover up -- lots and lots of under-eye cover up
Hands and Feet: (The truth is that I much prefer to go to a nail salon, but in my effort to save money, I am painting my own nails. Oy vey!)
Nail polish remover
Nail polish -- base coat, color, top coat
Cuticle cream
Cuticle clippers
File or emery board
Nail conditioner
That's basically it. My entire beauty care product list. As I said, I'm not high maintenance. But as the month is going on, I'm starting to run out of a few things. First, I'm running out of the spray hair conditioner that I put on my hair everyday. I will definitely run out before the month is over, and I fear that my hair will become unruly and stick straight out like Bozo the Clown's.
I'm also going to run out of the Touch Base product I use to keep my eye shadow on my eyelids the entire day. I have to decide if these products are necessities. If not, what will my hair look like? Will my eyes sans shadow look old and tired? A couple of weeks ago a first grader asked me if I was okay. I replied yes, and wondered why she asked. She said, "Because you have dark circles under your eyes and that isn't good." Mental note to self: go to bed earlier, even it means you miss the Colbert Report. That's why you have a DVR. As it turned out, she had a broken nose a few weeks before and she had black eyes; she thought I had broken my nose because of the dark circles I was sporting.
My hair care routine -- the coloring and cutting -- is something I don't spend a lot of money on, relatively speaking. Relative to the women I know who go to premier salons and pay over $100 every six weeks just on a hair cut! Their color costs upwards of $175.00 each time they have it done. Honestly, are they crazy? I go to the Hair Cuttery and get a perfectly adequate hair cut for $18.00, and when I need color every five months or so, the whole color-and-cut thing costs just over $100. I get so much more for my money. Over the winter break I got my hair cut and I've got a Meg-Ryan sort of spikey, messy look going. Yesterday, on the first day back from break I saw a PreK class, and a little girl in class said, "Ms. Fisher, your hair looks strange." Again, out of the mouth of babes. A person could really develop a complex working with small children! I was relieved today when the 8th grade girls didn't say I looked weird, but in fact said they liked it.
Forget Women's Wear Daily and Glamour magazine, I have the students in my school to set me straight on how I appear every day.
Months ago I gave up manicures and pedicures. I really miss pedicures; to me, a pedicure is like a mini-vacation. It's relaxing and I love the massage. The beauty of smooth feet and perfectly shaped and painted toe nails is incidental to me. Truly, I could make an argument for why pedicures are necessities, but no one would accept the idea that when my toes are beautiful I am smarter. I don't even believe this -- but it sounds better than me telling the truth: pedicures are a necessity because I need a foot massage to feel relaxed. There have been times when I've been sitting in that big, leather comfy chair, having my feet tended to when I've gone into a trance and had to keep from moaning out sheer delight. It's the best when you get a massage of any kind and then don't have to put out. That always ruined the massage for me in the past. Back to necessity vs luxury: It's winter and there is no way I can call a pedicure a necessity. After all, who sees my feet in the winter? Come summer, I might have a prayer of convincing myself and others that a pedicure is a necessity if I'm wearing sandals. Check back with me in June!
My temporary solution to not buying beauty products is I'm using up every last drop of these products. I'm turning the goop upside down so it drains to the opening and I can get every last plop out. I'm using the spray conditioner very sparingly, trying to make it last.
There are some things that have to be considered necessities, but I'll have to wait until I'm totally out of the item before I can justify spending the money.
Money spent today -- Zero.
Yippee,
Karrie
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Day 10 - January 3, 2011 Earning, not spending
I am a school librarian and my winter break ended today. Back to school -- sans coffee from 7-11. I could've gone to Starbucks with my $30 worth of gift certificates, but opted to set the timer on my coffee maker and take coffee to work. I was really proud of myself because I packed a lunch, too.
In my mailbox at school was another Starbucks gift certificate -- the total is now $35.00! I feel like I hit the jack pot!
The thing about working is that if you're at work it's almost impossible to spend money, so today was really easy. However, on my drive home I stopped at Borders to pick up a 2011 calendar because I had to pay my bills. Is a calendar a necessity? My mom answered that question and said, "Only if you want to know what day it is!" Considering my bills were due and I needed to see what days to pay them, I put the calendar in the necessity column. I waited, though, until after the first of the year because calendars are half price. If I'm going to spend money, I'll try to save as much as possible.
Tomorrow: A question of beauty.
Still sticking to it,
Karrie
In my mailbox at school was another Starbucks gift certificate -- the total is now $35.00! I feel like I hit the jack pot!
The thing about working is that if you're at work it's almost impossible to spend money, so today was really easy. However, on my drive home I stopped at Borders to pick up a 2011 calendar because I had to pay my bills. Is a calendar a necessity? My mom answered that question and said, "Only if you want to know what day it is!" Considering my bills were due and I needed to see what days to pay them, I put the calendar in the necessity column. I waited, though, until after the first of the year because calendars are half price. If I'm going to spend money, I'll try to save as much as possible.
Tomorrow: A question of beauty.
Still sticking to it,
Karrie
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Day 9 - January 2, 2011 Dilemma Time
Dilemma. The first real one, and only 9 days in.
My son, Owen, called to see if I wanted to have breakfast (at 1:00 p.m.) with him and his girlfriend, Lara. Lara lives in Spain and is here visiting for three weeks. I offered to take them to Walker Brothers Pancake House, but Owen asked me if we could go to Egg Harbor Cafe. I happily said yes and planned to meet them there. As I was taking a shower, I started to think about breakfast and how this technically is a luxury. Going out to eat anywhere is a luxury. I also assumed that I was going to be the one paying for lunch since I'm the only one amongst the three of us who is gainfully employed. How was I going to do this? It would break my challenge.
I called Owen and asked him who he thought would pay. It was an awkward moment...I had never put him on the spot before, and asking him implied that perhaps it wasn't going to be me who coughed up the greenbacks. Seriously, a question like that is a joke! He's 18, in college and not employed....who else was going to pay? I told him I couldn't go because of my challenge, and then offered to make them breakfast. To try and get around it, I even asked him if it was about spending quality time with me (lol), or was it about the food? Did I mention that he's 18 and in college? Of course it was about the food! His answer was actually humble in the mumble that it was about the place and food. And then it dawned on me -- Egg Harbor Cafe is the special breakfast place that Owen and I have gone to a gazillion times.
My son has suffered from asthma for years. The summer he got sick -- before he was diagnosed with it -- we were staying in my in-laws' cottage in Frankfort, MI (you remember Frankfort, right? Home of The Smokestack.). In this land of woods, lakes and a 15-bed hospital is where his body decided to present asthma. He would be fine all day, playing at the beach, eating, going places with his friends, and then every night the coughing would begin. I stayed up with him as he hacked his lungs into a barf bucket, and after the third night of no sleep for either of us, I took him to see a doctor, who ended up being a nurse practitioner. (I am not making any statements about nurse practitioners -- I love them and think our medical world would be in dire straits without them!) The doctor put Owen on antibiotics and sent us on our merry way. Two nights later -- long enough to get the meds in his system -- he was still coughing up his lungs. I called our pediatrician at home who cleverly diagnosed him over the phone and called in a prescription for inhalers and prednisone (because he was so bad). Owen was on his way to getting over this episode but not before he had an allergic hive reaction to shrimp, and being so worn out by the time we drove home, that he spent the 6-hour drive home in a sleepy stupor -- but he wasn't coughing.
So began our voyage into the Asthmatic Ocean. Over the next couple of years we rode the stormy waves in a raft of peak flow meters, Albuterol and nebulizers. I was constantly taking Owen to the doctor's office where they would nebulize him 3 times before the doc could hear any improvement in his little lungs. Anyone who has been treated with a nebulizer knows that it takes hours to get the treatments, so we'd leave the doctor's office and stop at Egg Harbor Cafe because Owen would be so hungry. No doubt the treatments included steroids and everyone knows how hungry steroids make a person! Egg Harbor Cafe became our special place where we'd both heal from the day -- Owen healing his lungs, and me healing my wounded and worried heart because my son was so sick. Whenever Owen had an appointment at the doctor's office we would make it a point to stop there and eat. It's been eight years since we first started going there, and if we were going to declare an "our restaurant," it would be Egg Harbor.
All these memories danced through my head as I was thinking about Owen wanting to go there with me and his girlfriend. Like the Grinch, my heart grew three sizes because I realized that he wanted to share this special thing we had with the new woman in his life. Call it rationalization, but suddenly going to Egg Harbor with Owen and Lara became a necessity. So we went, and I paid. The food was delicious, the company was extraordinary, it was a lot of fun and I was able to -- once again -- bond with my son (and his girlfriend) at the Egg Harbor Cafe. Owen and memories put buying lunch at Egg Harbor on my list of necessities because these are the kinds of things that make us who we are, love the way we do, and remember the most precious moments and memories -- even if they are made because some you love is hacking up a lung.
Sentimentally Yours,
Karrie
My son, Owen, called to see if I wanted to have breakfast (at 1:00 p.m.) with him and his girlfriend, Lara. Lara lives in Spain and is here visiting for three weeks. I offered to take them to Walker Brothers Pancake House, but Owen asked me if we could go to Egg Harbor Cafe. I happily said yes and planned to meet them there. As I was taking a shower, I started to think about breakfast and how this technically is a luxury. Going out to eat anywhere is a luxury. I also assumed that I was going to be the one paying for lunch since I'm the only one amongst the three of us who is gainfully employed. How was I going to do this? It would break my challenge.
I called Owen and asked him who he thought would pay. It was an awkward moment...I had never put him on the spot before, and asking him implied that perhaps it wasn't going to be me who coughed up the greenbacks. Seriously, a question like that is a joke! He's 18, in college and not employed....who else was going to pay? I told him I couldn't go because of my challenge, and then offered to make them breakfast. To try and get around it, I even asked him if it was about spending quality time with me (lol), or was it about the food? Did I mention that he's 18 and in college? Of course it was about the food! His answer was actually humble in the mumble that it was about the place and food. And then it dawned on me -- Egg Harbor Cafe is the special breakfast place that Owen and I have gone to a gazillion times.
My son has suffered from asthma for years. The summer he got sick -- before he was diagnosed with it -- we were staying in my in-laws' cottage in Frankfort, MI (you remember Frankfort, right? Home of The Smokestack.). In this land of woods, lakes and a 15-bed hospital is where his body decided to present asthma. He would be fine all day, playing at the beach, eating, going places with his friends, and then every night the coughing would begin. I stayed up with him as he hacked his lungs into a barf bucket, and after the third night of no sleep for either of us, I took him to see a doctor, who ended up being a nurse practitioner. (I am not making any statements about nurse practitioners -- I love them and think our medical world would be in dire straits without them!) The doctor put Owen on antibiotics and sent us on our merry way. Two nights later -- long enough to get the meds in his system -- he was still coughing up his lungs. I called our pediatrician at home who cleverly diagnosed him over the phone and called in a prescription for inhalers and prednisone (because he was so bad). Owen was on his way to getting over this episode but not before he had an allergic hive reaction to shrimp, and being so worn out by the time we drove home, that he spent the 6-hour drive home in a sleepy stupor -- but he wasn't coughing.
So began our voyage into the Asthmatic Ocean. Over the next couple of years we rode the stormy waves in a raft of peak flow meters, Albuterol and nebulizers. I was constantly taking Owen to the doctor's office where they would nebulize him 3 times before the doc could hear any improvement in his little lungs. Anyone who has been treated with a nebulizer knows that it takes hours to get the treatments, so we'd leave the doctor's office and stop at Egg Harbor Cafe because Owen would be so hungry. No doubt the treatments included steroids and everyone knows how hungry steroids make a person! Egg Harbor Cafe became our special place where we'd both heal from the day -- Owen healing his lungs, and me healing my wounded and worried heart because my son was so sick. Whenever Owen had an appointment at the doctor's office we would make it a point to stop there and eat. It's been eight years since we first started going there, and if we were going to declare an "our restaurant," it would be Egg Harbor.
All these memories danced through my head as I was thinking about Owen wanting to go there with me and his girlfriend. Like the Grinch, my heart grew three sizes because I realized that he wanted to share this special thing we had with the new woman in his life. Call it rationalization, but suddenly going to Egg Harbor with Owen and Lara became a necessity. So we went, and I paid. The food was delicious, the company was extraordinary, it was a lot of fun and I was able to -- once again -- bond with my son (and his girlfriend) at the Egg Harbor Cafe. Owen and memories put buying lunch at Egg Harbor on my list of necessities because these are the kinds of things that make us who we are, love the way we do, and remember the most precious moments and memories -- even if they are made because some you love is hacking up a lung.
Sentimentally Yours,
Karrie
Day 8 - January 1, 2011 Fun is Priceless
1/1/11 -- I love this!
I didn't step one foot into a store today, and therefore didn't spend any money. I guess with the internet I could've been spending, spending, spending....but I didn't. All my needs are met.
My New Year's gaming party was a success. There was more than enough food (as is usually the case when my group gets together), and we had a blast playing the game Loaded Questions. I laughed so hard my stomach and cheek (face) muscles ached by the end of the night. Talk about a necessity! My friends are vital to my existence, and they are priceless. In life we are fortunate when we have people around us whom we can call friends, and know that they are always with us in the darkest of times and the best of times. And there is nothing that I wouldn't do for them (note: chocolate dipping sauce).
I was rich today because I spent time with these dynamic women who make me laugh....and I didn't spend a dime. If we had been playing poker I would've spent lots of dimes because I frequently lose. But that's another story.....
Successfully Yours,
Karrie
I didn't step one foot into a store today, and therefore didn't spend any money. I guess with the internet I could've been spending, spending, spending....but I didn't. All my needs are met.
My New Year's gaming party was a success. There was more than enough food (as is usually the case when my group gets together), and we had a blast playing the game Loaded Questions. I laughed so hard my stomach and cheek (face) muscles ached by the end of the night. Talk about a necessity! My friends are vital to my existence, and they are priceless. In life we are fortunate when we have people around us whom we can call friends, and know that they are always with us in the darkest of times and the best of times. And there is nothing that I wouldn't do for them (note: chocolate dipping sauce).
I was rich today because I spent time with these dynamic women who make me laugh....and I didn't spend a dime. If we had been playing poker I would've spent lots of dimes because I frequently lose. But that's another story.....
Successfully Yours,
Karrie
Day 7 - December 31, 2010 The Bare Necessities at Dominicks
The feeling of having to go to the grocery store to buy things for my party stayed with me the whole day like an itchy mosquito bite. I would forget about having to go, and then it would start itching again. Grocery shopping is my biggest challenge because I always see something that I don't need to survive but love to eat, like candied pecans, popcorn, and Diet Coke. Ugh -- how am I going to get through the month without Diet Coke? Water is the only necessity for fluids, so I guess I'll have to drink more water. Good thing I like it, but it's not my drink of choice. I thought about buying a case for my party, but I already have a 12-pack, so I couldn't put Diet Coke on the necessity list for the party. Diet Coke may be my downfall.
Before going to the store I rummaged around my refrigerator and made a list -- and checked it twice -- to make sure I wouldn't buy anything that wasn't a luxury. One thing I found in the back of my refrigerator was a carton of whipping cream that I didn't use for the Christmas festivities. My half-and-half-in-my-coffee dilemma came to a close because I can make that carton last for the whole month (I hope). A little heavy whipping cream goes a looooooonnnnnnnng way to making coffee creamy.
Finally, at 7:30 p.m. I ventured to Dominicks. I figured the advantage to going at that time was that everyone would be done with their NYE shopping and the place wouldn't be crowded. Wrong. It was packed! Either people don't care much about NYE, or they all waited until the last minute to get their goods for the night. The ridiculous warm temperatures brought out an entertaining few -- like the two guys in shorts and sandals who were putting 12-packs of beer in their carts. Most amazing is that they weren't together...they were just two Chicago guys wearing shorts at the end of December. It was warm, but certainly not shorts weather! Their mission was evident: New Year's Eve celebration. Then there were the harried ones (more than you would think) who were zooming up and down the aisles, grabbing crackers, dip, chips, and cheese like the sky was falling. They must have been New Year's Eve revelers, too. Or perhaps their NO SHOPPING CHALLENGE was starting on January 1st and they wanted to get in all the non-necessary items they'd need to tide them over. The people with lists in hand could've been either weekly shoppers or party people. I was one of the people with a list in hand.
On my NECESSITY list for the party was this: Lettuce, strawberries, dipping chocolate, pita chips (to go with the hummus I had left over from Christmas, grapes, spinach dip to go with the veggies I had left over from Christmas, and Wheat Thins. I know what you're thinking about that dipping chocolate....how could that be a necessity? I know my guests and it was most definitely a necessity. A little bit of chocolate keeps everyone happy and satiated during all the gaming activities. Sometimes a necessity is about someone else's needs, and in this case, dipping chocolate was absolutely needed! Just ask Karen. Oh, and I bought the buns because I wasn't positive my friends were bringing them. Must have been the request for vacuum bags and vacuuming that kept anyone from committing to that item. Guess I'll have to do the vacuuming myself.
I also picked up a couple of things for my son's New Year's Eve gathering because it's good to have food on New Year's Eve. I got the bare essentials for their party: buns, ham, lettuce, cheese and one bag of chips. Oh, I got them grapes because my son's girlfriend is from Spain and Spaniards have a tradition of eating 12 grapes in 12 seconds as they tick down the last of the year.
I also picked up a few necessities for the coming week because I'm going back to school on January 3rd, and if I don't have the necessities to eat properly, I'll cave when I'm hungry and I'll end up buying food at a restaurant -- a most definite luxury. That's where the egg whites, turkey, milk, baby carrots, salad and Weight Watchers breakfasts came in. In total I spent $129.88. Really it doesn't seem like I got much for that amount, but I realized that the grapes were a fortune. Who knew?
I managed to get through the day only buying these things, all of which I deemed necessities. (I still have vacuum bags on the luxury list, so I didn't buy those.) It could've been worse -- I could've bought a lot of luxury items and would've spent way more than $129.88.
Successfully Yours,
Karrie
Before going to the store I rummaged around my refrigerator and made a list -- and checked it twice -- to make sure I wouldn't buy anything that wasn't a luxury. One thing I found in the back of my refrigerator was a carton of whipping cream that I didn't use for the Christmas festivities. My half-and-half-in-my-coffee dilemma came to a close because I can make that carton last for the whole month (I hope). A little heavy whipping cream goes a looooooonnnnnnnng way to making coffee creamy.
Finally, at 7:30 p.m. I ventured to Dominicks. I figured the advantage to going at that time was that everyone would be done with their NYE shopping and the place wouldn't be crowded. Wrong. It was packed! Either people don't care much about NYE, or they all waited until the last minute to get their goods for the night. The ridiculous warm temperatures brought out an entertaining few -- like the two guys in shorts and sandals who were putting 12-packs of beer in their carts. Most amazing is that they weren't together...they were just two Chicago guys wearing shorts at the end of December. It was warm, but certainly not shorts weather! Their mission was evident: New Year's Eve celebration. Then there were the harried ones (more than you would think) who were zooming up and down the aisles, grabbing crackers, dip, chips, and cheese like the sky was falling. They must have been New Year's Eve revelers, too. Or perhaps their NO SHOPPING CHALLENGE was starting on January 1st and they wanted to get in all the non-necessary items they'd need to tide them over. The people with lists in hand could've been either weekly shoppers or party people. I was one of the people with a list in hand.
On my NECESSITY list for the party was this: Lettuce, strawberries, dipping chocolate, pita chips (to go with the hummus I had left over from Christmas, grapes, spinach dip to go with the veggies I had left over from Christmas, and Wheat Thins. I know what you're thinking about that dipping chocolate....how could that be a necessity? I know my guests and it was most definitely a necessity. A little bit of chocolate keeps everyone happy and satiated during all the gaming activities. Sometimes a necessity is about someone else's needs, and in this case, dipping chocolate was absolutely needed! Just ask Karen. Oh, and I bought the buns because I wasn't positive my friends were bringing them. Must have been the request for vacuum bags and vacuuming that kept anyone from committing to that item. Guess I'll have to do the vacuuming myself.
I also picked up a couple of things for my son's New Year's Eve gathering because it's good to have food on New Year's Eve. I got the bare essentials for their party: buns, ham, lettuce, cheese and one bag of chips. Oh, I got them grapes because my son's girlfriend is from Spain and Spaniards have a tradition of eating 12 grapes in 12 seconds as they tick down the last of the year.
I also picked up a few necessities for the coming week because I'm going back to school on January 3rd, and if I don't have the necessities to eat properly, I'll cave when I'm hungry and I'll end up buying food at a restaurant -- a most definite luxury. That's where the egg whites, turkey, milk, baby carrots, salad and Weight Watchers breakfasts came in. In total I spent $129.88. Really it doesn't seem like I got much for that amount, but I realized that the grapes were a fortune. Who knew?
I managed to get through the day only buying these things, all of which I deemed necessities. (I still have vacuum bags on the luxury list, so I didn't buy those.) It could've been worse -- I could've bought a lot of luxury items and would've spent way more than $129.88.
Successfully Yours,
Karrie
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Days 1 - 6 - December 25-30, 2010 Brain Rewiring
The redirection of my brain to thinking about my consumer habits is proving to be interesting. I frequently say I hate to shop, and wouldn't be caught dead in places like Bloomingdales or Macys because the mark-up on their merchandise is shocking. Carsons has to have a really big sale in order for me to go there, and even then it's only to buy Clinque products (which they never have on sale) or clothes. My stores of choice are: Target, Wal-Mart (Don't slay me with all the political stuff about Wal-Mart, please. I can make an argument either way.), and thrift stores.
My favorite shopping experience of all time was a huge old warehouse called The Smokestack in Frankfort, Michigan. Frankfort is a little resort town on Lake Michigan. Their public library is one room, and they have a five-and-dime in the heart of town. The bars and restaurants close in the off-season, and the barbershop doubles as a gun shop. The one thing this little town had was the perfect shopping experience. The Smokestack building was a catacomb of rooms that had been added on over the years. The floor was made of concrete and was uneven from room-to-room; it was easy to trip as you turned a corner leaving the building supply room to go into the electronics room. The roof had leaks in it, and the merchanise came from the area residents who didn't want their stuff anymore. If you needed some esoteric thing for your cottage while you were up there in the North, you went to The Smokestack because it was likely you'd find it. The warehouse was like a huge unorganized garage sale. Granted, the rooms had themes of products, but everything was a big jumble on shelves, in boxes, on the floor, or wherever they could set something. If you wanted an ironing board, you'd most likely have to remove several blenders, a George Foreman grill, and antique blue canning jars from the top of it before you could haul it up to the check-out area. Over the years of going there, some of the more entertaining things I saw for sale included a boat shell with a big hole in the hull Jaws-style ($6000), a package of used foam curlers ($4.00), and thousands of cutlery and other kitchen utensils (25 cents a piece). I could list a 1,000 things and every one of them would be there, tucked into some dark little corner. If you were ambitious you could walk around the warehouse that had to be as big as a football field if you could stretch it out, and find your item in three different places, ranging in price from 99 cents to $18.00. It was the hunt that was so much fun; so on rainy days when we couldn't go to the beach, we'd go to The Smokestack and dodge the buckets of rainwater collecting as it was was pouring from the roof, while looking for a gem. I couldn't wait to get to The Smokestack every summer, but sadly, my favorite shopping venue was violently torn down and replaced with condos in this little beach town. Frankly, now that The Smokestack is gone, I don't know where everyone is going to entertain themselves on rainy days, or when they need to find a black ribbon for an old Smith-Corona typewriter. Maybe craigslist or eBay, I guess, but it's not the same. Wherever those indoor garage sales are housed, I'm sure the roof isn't leaking.
So if this is my idea of the perfect shopping experience, you can believe me when I say shopping isn't an obsession for me. And that's why this challenge is interesting for me because I'm quickly realizing that I've underestimated my shopping tendencies. Today I found myself out and about, returning products that I bought before Christmas, and seriously thinking about buying something else in the store. All the little products they put at the cash register for a quick grab-and-buy, made my return at the Dress Barn a challenge when I saw a great pair of earrings. No.
Then I needed to buy gas for my car. I drive a Prius, so I buy gas every 4 weeks, and I try to buy gas only at CostCo because they are usually 10 cents less than anywhere else. A week ago buying gas would've been a luxury, today it was a necessity -- the little beeper went off and the gas gauge was flashing. So, I purchased $25.00 worth of gas, and as I drove home I went passed the street where The Village Treasure House in Glenview is located. I started thinking that I 'needed' a head and foot board for one of my bedrooms. Force of habit -- near the store and I need something. I almost went just to look to see if they had any head boards (and all the other cool things they sell. Now that I think about it, The Village Treasure House is the North Shore's answer to The Smokestack. People bring their 'junk' for resale. Of course the Treasure House wouldn't dream of selling used foam curlers, and their roof is sound.). I decided against it. What if I saw the perfect head board? I wouldn't be able to buy it because technically I didn't need it. The mattress and box spring are doing just fine sitting on the floor. Luxury. I had to admit that maybe I'm more of a consumer than I originally thought.
This is worrying me a bit because I'm trying to throw a party without having to go to the grocery store. Friends are coming over on New Year's Day to play games, and everyone will bring something, but surely there will be something that I'll need to get, right? I'll have to invoke the luxury vs necessity rule. One good thing is that there is no need to worry about the games -- I own a bunch of them. I rarely could convince my children to play games with me, so they are in the basement waiting for when I have grandchildren -- the games, that is.
Can I throw a party without buying food? This might be the ultimate challenge because I don't want to throw a Mary Tyler Moore disaster party. That being said, I have all the beverages I need, and people will bring appetizers and desserts. The question is: Can I get someone to bring sandwich buns and vacuum cleaner bags? Vacuum cleaner bags? I just discovered that my vacuum bag is full and I don't want to put this in the necessity category because I hate vacuuming. I think I'll say vacuum cleaner bags are a luxury for sure, and that way I won't have to vacuum. How convenient it would be if I could get one of my guests to bring sandwich buns, vacuum bags and vacuum for me!
Day 6 and I only purchased gas for my car -- a necessity.
Hanging in there,
Karrie
My favorite shopping experience of all time was a huge old warehouse called The Smokestack in Frankfort, Michigan. Frankfort is a little resort town on Lake Michigan. Their public library is one room, and they have a five-and-dime in the heart of town. The bars and restaurants close in the off-season, and the barbershop doubles as a gun shop. The one thing this little town had was the perfect shopping experience. The Smokestack building was a catacomb of rooms that had been added on over the years. The floor was made of concrete and was uneven from room-to-room; it was easy to trip as you turned a corner leaving the building supply room to go into the electronics room. The roof had leaks in it, and the merchanise came from the area residents who didn't want their stuff anymore. If you needed some esoteric thing for your cottage while you were up there in the North, you went to The Smokestack because it was likely you'd find it. The warehouse was like a huge unorganized garage sale. Granted, the rooms had themes of products, but everything was a big jumble on shelves, in boxes, on the floor, or wherever they could set something. If you wanted an ironing board, you'd most likely have to remove several blenders, a George Foreman grill, and antique blue canning jars from the top of it before you could haul it up to the check-out area. Over the years of going there, some of the more entertaining things I saw for sale included a boat shell with a big hole in the hull Jaws-style ($6000), a package of used foam curlers ($4.00), and thousands of cutlery and other kitchen utensils (25 cents a piece). I could list a 1,000 things and every one of them would be there, tucked into some dark little corner. If you were ambitious you could walk around the warehouse that had to be as big as a football field if you could stretch it out, and find your item in three different places, ranging in price from 99 cents to $18.00. It was the hunt that was so much fun; so on rainy days when we couldn't go to the beach, we'd go to The Smokestack and dodge the buckets of rainwater collecting as it was was pouring from the roof, while looking for a gem. I couldn't wait to get to The Smokestack every summer, but sadly, my favorite shopping venue was violently torn down and replaced with condos in this little beach town. Frankly, now that The Smokestack is gone, I don't know where everyone is going to entertain themselves on rainy days, or when they need to find a black ribbon for an old Smith-Corona typewriter. Maybe craigslist or eBay, I guess, but it's not the same. Wherever those indoor garage sales are housed, I'm sure the roof isn't leaking.
So if this is my idea of the perfect shopping experience, you can believe me when I say shopping isn't an obsession for me. And that's why this challenge is interesting for me because I'm quickly realizing that I've underestimated my shopping tendencies. Today I found myself out and about, returning products that I bought before Christmas, and seriously thinking about buying something else in the store. All the little products they put at the cash register for a quick grab-and-buy, made my return at the Dress Barn a challenge when I saw a great pair of earrings. No.
Then I needed to buy gas for my car. I drive a Prius, so I buy gas every 4 weeks, and I try to buy gas only at CostCo because they are usually 10 cents less than anywhere else. A week ago buying gas would've been a luxury, today it was a necessity -- the little beeper went off and the gas gauge was flashing. So, I purchased $25.00 worth of gas, and as I drove home I went passed the street where The Village Treasure House in Glenview is located. I started thinking that I 'needed' a head and foot board for one of my bedrooms. Force of habit -- near the store and I need something. I almost went just to look to see if they had any head boards (and all the other cool things they sell. Now that I think about it, The Village Treasure House is the North Shore's answer to The Smokestack. People bring their 'junk' for resale. Of course the Treasure House wouldn't dream of selling used foam curlers, and their roof is sound.). I decided against it. What if I saw the perfect head board? I wouldn't be able to buy it because technically I didn't need it. The mattress and box spring are doing just fine sitting on the floor. Luxury. I had to admit that maybe I'm more of a consumer than I originally thought.
This is worrying me a bit because I'm trying to throw a party without having to go to the grocery store. Friends are coming over on New Year's Day to play games, and everyone will bring something, but surely there will be something that I'll need to get, right? I'll have to invoke the luxury vs necessity rule. One good thing is that there is no need to worry about the games -- I own a bunch of them. I rarely could convince my children to play games with me, so they are in the basement waiting for when I have grandchildren -- the games, that is.
Can I throw a party without buying food? This might be the ultimate challenge because I don't want to throw a Mary Tyler Moore disaster party. That being said, I have all the beverages I need, and people will bring appetizers and desserts. The question is: Can I get someone to bring sandwich buns and vacuum cleaner bags? Vacuum cleaner bags? I just discovered that my vacuum bag is full and I don't want to put this in the necessity category because I hate vacuuming. I think I'll say vacuum cleaner bags are a luxury for sure, and that way I won't have to vacuum. How convenient it would be if I could get one of my guests to bring sandwich buns, vacuum bags and vacuum for me!
Day 6 and I only purchased gas for my car -- a necessity.
Hanging in there,
Karrie
Please! No More Shopping! December 24, 2010
I dragged myself into the house after all my last minute Christmas shopping on -- of course -- Christmas Eve. Feeling exhausted and completely overspent, I made a goofy statement on my Facebook page that is taking on a life of its own because people are starting to ask me about it. The reason for my declaration? My feet were killing me from walking all over God's green acres to buy the remaining gifts, food, and spirits that I needed to pull off the perfect holiday party. Usually I wouldn't care that much about everything being perfect, but I was hosting my two sons and their girlfriends, two good friends, and my ex-family. The ex-family included my husband and his girlfriend, my father-in-law and my sister-in-law. I needed to prove something -- what I don't know.
Perhaps that's why I felt the need to have items for mixing drinks. Usually I'm a beer and wine girl, but I suddenly thought I needed martini mixer stuff, and the ingredients to make our favorite Christmas drink -- Slippery Nipples (Bailey's and butterscotch schnapps). Getting these things was my third trip out, and I was seriously wondering about my sanity as the snow started falling fast, heavy and wet.
Yes, desperation, that wiggling feeling that I spent money I didn't have, and a need to be in my cozy home made me say it:
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS TO NOT STEP FOOT IN ANOTHER STORE FOR A MONTH. TO AVOID THE GROCERY STORE FOR A MONTH, I'M GOING TO EAT EVERY LAST THING IN MY FREEZER, PANTRY, AND REFRIGERATOR.
It was out there and I couldn't take it back. The more I thought about it, the more I thought "What the hell was I thinking?" Yet deep down I knew I could do it. So, I decided to give it a try, starting the next day. That was easy because it was Christmas Day and I was throwing the perfect party! Besides, no stores were open.
Today is December 29th, and I'm still determined not to go into a store. But that simple declaration comes with tons of twists and turns. For instance, the store itself can't be the issue -- it's the BUYING in the store that's the problem. Frankly I'm not a shopper, but I can go into a Target store with the intent of buying dog food (they really do have the cheapest prices), and I'll come out with candlesticks, $5.00 DVDs of my favorite movies, light bulbs, People Magazine (they discount the outrageous price that is charged everywhere else), make-up, toothbrushes, reading glasses (because I lost 6 pairs somewhere in the house and can't find them without my reading glasses), and exercise equipment that I intend to use but never do. Yep, dog food can easily cost me $120.00.
Okay, so the issue is spending money IN a store. But does it count if I buy something online? And then I started thinking about the items that I absolutely NEED to have -- like dog and cat food and the ever important toilet paper. What if I run out of these things before the month is up? Maybe I should say I won't buy anything that is a luxury. Even that gets a little dicey. For instance, is half-and-half a luxury or a necessity? My quick answer is absolutely it's a necessity! What's the point of coffee if you can't put cream in it? Really, though? If I run out of half-and-half, I could just skip coffee and drink...ah-hem....tea? (That's a frightening thought as I go back to work next week and start grad classes the week after that -- all within this month.)
Just when I was thinking that I could do without coffee altogether, I remembered the $30 in Starbucks gift certificates I got for Christmas. Maybe I could use those -- but only in the drive-up. Technically that's not going into the store, right? I'm in my car. How convenient!
The real point of my declaration was to stop spending money in stores for one month. That's the challenge. Can I do it?
I'm off to a good start. I've haven't spent money at a store since December 24th. That means 5 days have gone by without going into a store or my wallet. However, tonight after work I had to go into Target to RETURN a fondue pot I bought before Christmas (yes, on December 24th), and didn't use. After getting my money back I was tempted to venture into the land of electric gizmos, gadgets, and unneeded items. I even grabbed a cart and started to go down the main aisle, but I remembered my challenge. I put the cart away and walked out with only a credit for $45.00 in my purse.
Then I went down the strip mall to Kohls because a couple of gift certificates were burning a hole in my wallet. I bought two shirts with the gift certificates. Another dilemma. Does this count? I spent money but it wasn't MY money.
Luxury vs. Necessity. It's an interesting debate, especially when you think about what Americans consider necessities because other people in the world live without these things. Cars, for instance. Computers. Cell phones, dishwashers, washing machines, air conditioning, iPods, soda, coffee (didn't I contemplate this earlier? Oh, it was the half-and-half. Most of the world thinks coffee is a necessity!), TVs, Internet, Farmville, and Facebook. These are things we consider necessities, but really they are luxuries. True necessities are: food, shelter, and water. In my own case I'd say clothes, but I have enough clothes to last me for years.
Keeping the luxury vs necessity idea in mind, I have to decide on some rules with this challenge otherwise I'm going to find a way around everything.
Rules:
I guess I'll just figure this out as I go because I can't possibly think of all the permutations of my declaration. For now I'm 5 days into my NO MORE SHOPPING (or spending money) CHALLENGE. It's not going to be easy. I have enough food in my refrigerator and pantry to eat for a month, even if it means I'll be eating peanut butter out of a jar. I'll report back here with my progress. If you're reading this, why not join my challenge? See if you can do it!
Determined to survive for 30 days,
Karrie
Perhaps that's why I felt the need to have items for mixing drinks. Usually I'm a beer and wine girl, but I suddenly thought I needed martini mixer stuff, and the ingredients to make our favorite Christmas drink -- Slippery Nipples (Bailey's and butterscotch schnapps). Getting these things was my third trip out, and I was seriously wondering about my sanity as the snow started falling fast, heavy and wet.
Yes, desperation, that wiggling feeling that I spent money I didn't have, and a need to be in my cozy home made me say it:
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS TO NOT STEP FOOT IN ANOTHER STORE FOR A MONTH. TO AVOID THE GROCERY STORE FOR A MONTH, I'M GOING TO EAT EVERY LAST THING IN MY FREEZER, PANTRY, AND REFRIGERATOR.
It was out there and I couldn't take it back. The more I thought about it, the more I thought "What the hell was I thinking?" Yet deep down I knew I could do it. So, I decided to give it a try, starting the next day. That was easy because it was Christmas Day and I was throwing the perfect party! Besides, no stores were open.
Today is December 29th, and I'm still determined not to go into a store. But that simple declaration comes with tons of twists and turns. For instance, the store itself can't be the issue -- it's the BUYING in the store that's the problem. Frankly I'm not a shopper, but I can go into a Target store with the intent of buying dog food (they really do have the cheapest prices), and I'll come out with candlesticks, $5.00 DVDs of my favorite movies, light bulbs, People Magazine (they discount the outrageous price that is charged everywhere else), make-up, toothbrushes, reading glasses (because I lost 6 pairs somewhere in the house and can't find them without my reading glasses), and exercise equipment that I intend to use but never do. Yep, dog food can easily cost me $120.00.
Okay, so the issue is spending money IN a store. But does it count if I buy something online? And then I started thinking about the items that I absolutely NEED to have -- like dog and cat food and the ever important toilet paper. What if I run out of these things before the month is up? Maybe I should say I won't buy anything that is a luxury. Even that gets a little dicey. For instance, is half-and-half a luxury or a necessity? My quick answer is absolutely it's a necessity! What's the point of coffee if you can't put cream in it? Really, though? If I run out of half-and-half, I could just skip coffee and drink...ah-hem....tea? (That's a frightening thought as I go back to work next week and start grad classes the week after that -- all within this month.)
Just when I was thinking that I could do without coffee altogether, I remembered the $30 in Starbucks gift certificates I got for Christmas. Maybe I could use those -- but only in the drive-up. Technically that's not going into the store, right? I'm in my car. How convenient!
The real point of my declaration was to stop spending money in stores for one month. That's the challenge. Can I do it?
I'm off to a good start. I've haven't spent money at a store since December 24th. That means 5 days have gone by without going into a store or my wallet. However, tonight after work I had to go into Target to RETURN a fondue pot I bought before Christmas (yes, on December 24th), and didn't use. After getting my money back I was tempted to venture into the land of electric gizmos, gadgets, and unneeded items. I even grabbed a cart and started to go down the main aisle, but I remembered my challenge. I put the cart away and walked out with only a credit for $45.00 in my purse.
Then I went down the strip mall to Kohls because a couple of gift certificates were burning a hole in my wallet. I bought two shirts with the gift certificates. Another dilemma. Does this count? I spent money but it wasn't MY money.
Luxury vs. Necessity. It's an interesting debate, especially when you think about what Americans consider necessities because other people in the world live without these things. Cars, for instance. Computers. Cell phones, dishwashers, washing machines, air conditioning, iPods, soda, coffee (didn't I contemplate this earlier? Oh, it was the half-and-half. Most of the world thinks coffee is a necessity!), TVs, Internet, Farmville, and Facebook. These are things we consider necessities, but really they are luxuries. True necessities are: food, shelter, and water. In my own case I'd say clothes, but I have enough clothes to last me for years.
Keeping the luxury vs necessity idea in mind, I have to decide on some rules with this challenge otherwise I'm going to find a way around everything.
Rules:
- No spending money (cash or credit) in stores or restaurants on anything that is not a necessity.
- Gift certificates are okay to spend since technically someone else paid for the card.
- Necessities include items that are absolutely needed to survive. I'm not going to spend money on food unless it is necessary (half-and-half is OUT). Some items I consider a necessity: toilet paper, medication, cat/dog food (they didn't sign on to this).
I guess I'll just figure this out as I go because I can't possibly think of all the permutations of my declaration. For now I'm 5 days into my NO MORE SHOPPING (or spending money) CHALLENGE. It's not going to be easy. I have enough food in my refrigerator and pantry to eat for a month, even if it means I'll be eating peanut butter out of a jar. I'll report back here with my progress. If you're reading this, why not join my challenge? See if you can do it!
Determined to survive for 30 days,
Karrie
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