I am a cheapskate [although I was cheap long before it was chic- in these recession days, everyone’s downsizing].
I buy most of my clothes second-hand, my favorite pairs of shoes came from a consignment shop and I even make my own popsicles [and re-use the sticks, of course].
I don’t even find dining out appealing. The stress of figuring out how to order the least expensive combination of items on the menu threatens to destroy any possible enjoyment of the food itself. It also doesn’t help that I’m picky [but that’s a topic for another blog].
That being said, there are a few things I’m willing to “splurge” on:
- Running Shoes. There is very little worse than running in shoes that hurt your feet [or any part of your body, for that matter]. I spent nearly a year running in a friend’s old shoes because I’d heard how expensive running shoes are. And they are expensive. They are more expensive than my entire collection of second-hand shoes combined. But they’re somehow worth so that instead of letting the shoes inflict pain and sufferring on my body, I can do that to myself while excercising.
- Butter. I don’t buy butter often but when I do, I refuse to buy $.68 “valu-spread”. I bought it once and it’s an unnatural shade of dark yellow. It also has an alarming consistency similar to lumpy jam and never burns up all the way when placed in a frying pan. These days, I fork over the extra $.20 for the next level up [and I’ve never looked back].