My friends and I have a Christmas tradition. Each year we leave our families and spend two days shopping in Seattle. We get a hotel and shop, eat, and laugh. It’s always a blast, although I’m not sure that our husbands would agree. While we’re playing, they’re stuck with a bunch of kids and have to brace themselves for the incoming bills. Sometimes we spend a lot of money. Sometimes our car is so full of boxes and bags that as soon as you open the door, an avalanche of Christmas booty buries you and you have to wait patiently for one of those Mall Rescue Dogs to dig you out of the flood.
Sometimes that happens. I went a little crazy on our last trip and spent more than all the previous years combined. So, this year I was repentant and vowed to spend the least of everyone. That made one friend nervous because each year she gets the title for Least Likely to Make Her Husband Wallow in Sorrow When Adding Up Receipts, and so do you know what she did? She laid on the pressure something fierce! “Oh, Mary… Look at this adorable pink petticoat. That would be so cute on Kitty! –Here’s a shirt to go with it. And look, a vest to match! You have to get it! Come on! One time won’t hurt. Everyone is doing it. It will feel good!!”
And so I stumbled into her slippery web… And before I knew what had happened, I had blown my shopping budget. Not just blown, I had doubled my shopping budget. Meanwhile, my manipulative friend (who really is quite lovely, make no mistake) walked away from the trip with one tiny shopping bag containing a pair of clearance tights and a smug grin on her face. While in Seattle, I tried to persuade her to purchase more dresses and outfits for her baby girl, but somehow during the weekend not only did I outspend her, I even bought some of her purchases off her! HOW DOES SHE DO THAT???!
I texted Mr. Darcy to warn him that I had cracked into our savings to finance my overspending and he replied, “What else is new?” Heh.
But, just look at that child. I dare you to tell me that is not the cutest outfit in existence. Money well spent, I say.