containment

being poor has been a blessing in disguise lately...

i've been doing a lot of searching around on the internet recently, due to the holidays coming. i've found that i could have quite possibly been ridiculously rich in my past life. for some odd reason, i have a ruthless sixth sense for the finer things in life. i dont know where i get it, but i can remember going shopping with my mom when i was younger. she was a single mom and on top of that, always sick. but she made it a point for me to look my best because she didnt want me to think anything was going on (something i've come to learn is just a motherly duty). so we would go to department stores and, of course, she would make a b-line straight to the clearance racks. me?? you could find me looking at the couture dresses and shoes, picking up the most expensive priced items. i was young. i had absolutely no idea what in the world i was doing. for some reason, i just have this rich heiress somewhere trapped inside of me.

and then there's my mom. she's looking at me like someone told her aliens have landed. i wish i could remember the lines she gave me to cover up her whole story she had going. probably something i'll need to use when ava grows up with this "gift".

i'm absolutely positive that i'd be happy with just getting things from goodwill (in fact, i do that every once in a while). but i will always, always have a taste for the luxurious. maybe it's just a girl thing. maybe it's just because i've never actually had money. or maybe it's just a sign that i need to learn how to sew and start making my own things. who knows.

basically it's a good thing i dont have money. i'm pretty sure my marriage would be in shambles once andrew discovered my taste for posh apparel. and since lately i've been doing a lot of "wandering", and know that i cant afford the things my mind says it wants, i just look at the sunny side of life. :0)