So how about a picture for the curious?
I'm all for the occasional indulgence. You deserve it more than most people.
Wow. I'm relating to this post a little too much, especially the bra as family property bit.
Have you read the short story "A Pair of Silk Stockings" by Kate Chopin? I think of that whenever I'm out by myself.
My husband and I used to be very committed to your ways - not buying things we don't need, not even looking in the malls, not buying certain things on principle, etc. Then one day about 7 years ago, we were in a Restoration Hardware store (do you have one of those there?) and we started fondling all the nice STUFF, none of which we needed. After walking out of that store with our purchases, we declared that we were "no longer part of the solution, but part of the problem." We had crossed over to the dark side. We're still straddling that line, I think.
Cool jacket. We all deserve nice things once in a while.
Howling at the community property line, that is so true! Sometimes I miss nursing (youngest is 6! Already!) but other times I'm glad my boobs are mine again. Beautiful jacket and yes, you deserve something nice for yourself once in awhile.
What Amanda said.
I absolutely hate that you have to feel guilty over just one purchase. The problem is not when one or another of us, every once in awhile, buys something because it's beautiful and we can. The problem is one of scale and appreciation, of recreational shopping for crap we won't even remember we own a year from now as an anodyne to actual life, the incessant demand for which crap is what creates the horrors which people like you -- and me, but to a far less heroic degree -- spend so much of our lives trying to avoid participating in.
Gah, that's a pretty tortured syntax, but I have a pretty big headache today. I'm sure you take my point. Enjoy the jacket. I'm sure it will look fabulous on you, and that you'll wear it until it shreds, at which point you will no doubt take the fabric and turn it into something else. I don't think we have to fear seeing you at the mall whipping out your little plastic card every Saturday from now on. You wouldn't last a month engaging in that lifestyle. You'd die of boredom first.
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