I didn’t grow up with nice things, and I normally don’t buy nice things now. In fact, nice things make me uncomfortable. I’m clumsy, so I might break them. And I’m frugal, so I usually think they cost too much. And, there’s the guilt associated with nice things. I mean, I don’t really need a new (insert item here). I can’t tell you how many times I’ve put an item in my shopping cart, only to backtrack my way across the store later to restock it. (And yes, I return it to its proper place, or I’d feel guilty about that, too.)
But let me tell you something. We got our new fridge today, and I don’t feel guilty at all. It’s nice. Really nice. Top-of-the-line Maytag with bottom freezer and french door open. It barely fits in the space the old fridge left behind. My two-year-old stood staring up at it with her mouth open, “That’s a huuuge frigerator momma!”
Yes, my dear, it is huuuge. And I love every cubic foot of it.