Wednesday, June 02, 2010

hide the lucky

The only thing that is certain is that I will always figure out a way to spend money.

My new life, okay it's maybe four months old now, just cutting its first teeth, has found me in the atypical spot of not jonesing for new clothes and shoes all the time the way I used to. And if it wasn't shoes it was flim-flam for the house. Decor. Design. A table shaped like a tree stump perhaps. I still like all that seductive stuff but I don't think about it, I don't read about it, I don't care as much about it. Maybe it's all the nutrients, vitamins and minerals satiating me the way I thought the perfect pair of boots would. Of course as I type the words I fear that I am jinxing myself to high holy hell over here. I'd better hide the back issues of Lucky.

You'd think I'd be saving money, not buying all the do-dads and gewgaws I used to obsess over. But no. My grocery bill, see, has nearly doubled. Beef ain't free. And my thirst for information is insatiable. Even though I have been haunting the neighborhood libraries and downloading all the free podcasts I can get my grass-fed fingers on, Amazon is getting its fair share of Miller earnings. As are the places that sell the vitamins I just gotta have.

I never in a million jillion years thought that I, Elise Miller, would be choosing cod liver oil over a closetful of cute tops.