Recently, I realized something about myself that I had never acknowledged before. It’s not serious, but it’s given me insight as to why I do (or don’t do) certain things.
You see, coming from a rural upbringing, I’m used to being resourceful. Frugal you might say. Don’t get me wrong – I’m no martyr. I like to buy things that inspire me but, of late, not much has. I have simple tastes and have been happiest with a box of garage sale books and $.99 music downloads from Amazon.com.
I’m not a name brand shopper. I don’t care about the latest & greatest. If it fits and flatters my body, I buy it. (And I am hard to fit.)
In the past, I’ve been invited to spend the day shopping with other women at an outlet mall. Instant panic and beads of sweat ensued. Now I know that there are many who would enjoy this. Me? A stick pin to the eye would be less painful.
I think it’s mostly due to my background: being the youngest of 5, shopping was a twice a year excursion that translated to a painfully long day. By the time it was my turn to finger the goods, I didn’t care what I got. Plaid pants and a purple bubble top? Sure! Orange jumpsuit? Super Duper!! Stand around all day, starving and hoping for a diversion? Rather have a migraine, thanks.
To this day, I avoid shopping in herds. Why? I’m a lone wolf shopper.
If something has worn out and needs replacing, I can get it during my lunch hour. In, out, done. No purse holding necessary.
Christmas shopping? Not a problem: make a list, check it twice, research online and *poof* done. And … buying for others? Just plain fun!
Grocery store? No worries, mate. Just print off my grocery list, check the items needed. In, out, done.
So… I’ve been invited to a Miche purse party and I won’t be in town on the party date. No problem; the hostess sent me her web link to peruse. I feel a bit obligated to buy something because she’s a hard working gal whom I know could use the money. Except for the fact that I do not need another purse.
I have a small collection of $5 and $7 handbags from the bargain bin at big chain stores. I change purses with the season or … when I feel like it. I’m a Gemini; it could be a Tuesday and I’ll declare – let’s go pink today! Otherwise, I stick to my basic black (winter) or a linen looking in summer. That’s it.
I have never carried a $200 designer bag and I never will. Why? Because if I don’t have $200 to put in the bag, I don’t need a $200 purse.
Back to the Miche purse party. The premise is that you buy a basic “shell” and dress it up with interchangeable covers, straps, and charms. A moderately sized Miche purse with 2 covers and some snazzy straps prices around $120. They are fashionable and trendy. Super cute. I understand the concept but, for some reason, I resisted ordering.
And this weekend, it came to me why:
Farm girls don’t have purses with wardrobes.
In my heart of hearts, that’s who I am. I still am that braid-wearing, pony-riding, calf-wrangling girl who cleans up with Jirmack shampoo and some Bonne Bell lipgloss. I still am the girl who attended Bridal showers in the United Church basement, where brides got what they got and there was no such thing as “registering” (ugh). I am still the girl who can fix a fence, deliver a foal, drive a tractor and prepare an entire meal without ever opening a box.
I don’t enjoy shopping in herds and I don’t like spending money on “stuff” I don’t need.
I’m a farm girl and a Lone Wolf shopper. In, out, done.
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Too many people spend money they haven’t earned, to buy things they don’t want, to impress people they don’t like. – Will Rogers