It's finally happened. I'm making my own coffee. After reading through my last bank statement, something had to give. With the amped up schedule of activities for the kids, I couldn't quite justify my, ahem $50, cough-cough, or more, hack-cough, Starbucks habit. Don't get me wrong, I hope to still make it there for my Saturday morning ritual, but beyond that, not so much.
Funny thing, this money is. I was reading the latest issue of Vogue magazine and realized why I never subscribed to this publication. I kid you not, there was a feature article called 100 Best Buys under $500. What?! I'm more comfortable with 100 best under 50. Who is shopping with a $500 allowance and calling it a budget? Sheesh.
This is a turning point for me. I'm not a kid anymore and it's time to own my finances. I'm getting to the point where I want to be more responsible and demonstrate to the kids how to spend better. I may not be the wisest of spenders, but I try. I'm no stranger to coupons, second hand and crafting solutions with a glue gun, but I also rarely resist the temptation of an incredible pair of shoes. For me OR the kids.
I'm enjoying the frugal movement, if even for a short while. I'm using my sewing machine again, shopping my closet, eating better from home and I'm not fearing my husbands foul mood come time to pay bills. To burn my restless energy, I'm seeing less of Target, and cleaning more. Much to Husband's non-delight, the furniture has been rearranged not less than twice this past week. But, I remind him, I'm not shopping. With this, he'll have to concede.
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