So, another day of feeling increasingly better. Which means the siren's song of consumerism has me in its hold. During this morning's routine I've already planned out my entire day and decided which stores I want to visit and where. It's like a litany of buy, buy, buy in my head. Mike needs new jeans, we need something in the shower to hold our various toiletries, I need decent shoes to walk in, and how about another pair of socks for when I lotion my feet?

Then there are the stores... Home Depot, Cotton Ginny, Old Navy, Wal-Mart, Zellers, Zehrs, Shoes 22, Best Buy, Dollarama, Sears, etc, etc. As they run through my mind I stop and think about the various things I either need or covet within their walls. Another bra that fits from Sears, electrical tape and maybe wire casing from Home Depot, Zellers carries Airwalk shoes, Cotton Ginny will be clearing out their summer stock, I won a gift certificate to best buy, what can I get there?

With the way I think about shopping it's a bloody miracle I don't spend like a fiend. Well, I do, but it never seems to be for anything un-needed. I'm not too big on the splurge on myself aspect of spending. I'd prefer to have a good reason to spend the money. Something airtight so that I don't get into trouble, not that Mike cares all that much.

I think in Mike's eyes as long as he gets his allowance to save up and horde, and I don't go all Amelia Marcos on him, it's all good. I do think sometimes he just shakes his head and sighs, but he also accepts that this is how I am. God, I love stuff. I love things. I love owning things, and even just going out and being around things.

I think that's the real benefit I got from being so poor for so long. I learned how to revel in beautiful things without owning them. I get great pleasure from just looking and touching and holding beauty. And I find beauty and interest in the weirdest places.

Anyways, next up is the 30-min tidy and then I'm done my "home routine" stuff for this morning. I can go out and revel in both my ability to walk and drive again and the sheer joy of things. We'll see what I arrive home with. *laughs* Hopefully nothing that makes Mike want to take the debit card away from me. ;)