As someone who was recently unemployed for the better part of a year, I have a lot of ~*feelings*~ about money. Having it, not having it, the possibilities, the limitations, the crisp paycheck, the morning spent paying bills that ends in tears – all of it gets me worked up into a lather. Every dollar matters.
When I do have money, I can’t help myself: I want to spend it. With every paycheck, my mind’s eye starts playing a sparkling Rihanna-soundtracked reel of gauzy layered dresses and sky high leather boots and expensive, celebratory meals out… and it can be blinding! Somehow, images of wet food for the kitten and toilet bowl cleaner and contact solution don’t make it onto the reel. But that stuff trumps glittery hot pants. And being a big girl means performing a balancing act. I can get those hot pants if I really love them, but in order to feel good about that purchase, I sure as hell better be wearing them when I go to buy a ten gallon bag of kitty litter.
What I have found is the best thing to spend money on is my own projects. I spent $75 on supplies for a piece I started last week, and I didn’t hesitate. When my desk is a hot mess of repurposed denim, seed beads, crystals, and torn apart fabric flowers, all I need to make me the happiest girl in Baltimore is a needle and thread. Investing my money in my imagination, creation, and self is the only way to spend that feels 100% worth it.
And you know what? When I’m done with this project, I’m going to have a pair of glittery, outrageous hot pants anyway. Stay tuned ;)