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Save or Splurge?

I have come to believe that there are two kinds of women (when it comes to receiving gifts, at least):  savers and splurgers.  Here's what I mean:

If I give the Middle Sister a bath-set for a gift, I can guarantee that it will sit in her bathroom for a decade or two, gathering dust.  It's not that she doesn't appreciate it, she's just "saving" it.  Because, in  her world, every day life doesn't require Wild Orchid-Jasmine-Bubblicious soap, scrub and lotion.  That would be for something else....sometime down the road....but not just for getting up and going to work.  She was the one who never took Barbie out of the box, so there the doll remained, pristine and prim.

Then there's me.  Give me a bath set, I'll rip it open right here, right now, try out the lotion, and head home to take a bath just to be surrounded by bubbles, not because I need to get clean.  I'll use it up in a week, and not feel a twinge about it.  My Barbie was the one that got pierced ears and a bob haircut.  (By the way, she couldn't pull off the short hair.)

Why is this?  What makes some of us think that something better is coming, so I better wait, hold out, and save up?  Then there's the other kind:  ooooh, this is great, I'm gonna grab it while I can, no holds barred, use it up and enjoy every moment?

I suppose some of it is a rather childish mixture of impatience and indulgence on my part.  I admit that.  But I also wonder what the "savers" are wating for?  When will a day be good enough?  What makes one wake up and say,  "Today is important enough"?  My point of view is that if I treat the day as special, it WILL be, even if all I do is the normal routine of family and work.  The "savers" seem to be of the mind that something needs to happen in order to make the day special.

I'm gonna go splash some perfume behind my ears and celebrate the day.  What about you?

Comments

  1. Hi Elise! I really enjoyed this post. You have a very entertaining style of writing. I have noticed if you use what you are given with evident enjoyment then usually you are given more. There is no need to save. My children are always buying me chocolates and red wine because they know I get right in there and indulge with obvious delight. And they get pleasure from seeing my enjoyment. (And I share the chocolate!) Buying presents for those who save can be a frustrating experience. When my grandmother died, hundreds of unused presents were discovered in her cupboards. She never experienced the pleasure of using any of them. I am off to pour the last glass of wine from my bottle and transform an ordinary Tuesday evening into something special. No doubt another bottle will appear before too long! No need to save.

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