Consumerism

I"m a big fan of stimulating the economy. Which is a nice way to say I prefer to spend, not save. Now don't get me wrong I'm not destitute, wearing rags and panhandling weary strap-hangers for my next splurge, but I like pretty new things. My inner child is easily distracted by anything shiny I guess. I'm also responsible and would never take food out of my kids mouths, as a matter of speaking, or blow the rent on a losing pony, but every now and again I feel entitled to buy something totally unnecessary and maybe even a little ostentatious, just to do something nice for me.
So, as a big wonderful birthday present to me I decided to do just that, splurge. I decided I just needed to have a beautiful pair of leather 6 inch designer heels. Did they cost a ridiculous amount of money? Yes. Did my heart palpitate and palms sweat a little while handing my credit card over to the sales lady? Hell yea. Did they fit like no other shoe I've ever worn, like a glass slipper, like my invitation to the beautifully well crafted footwear ball? Hell yea. I am of the mind set that more people should let go and indulge themselves once in awhile. How many of us, wouldn't think twice to do something for someone else? People usually don't overanalyze that if's and the why's when it comes to giving to others, but they feel guilty and overalanyze when it comes to giving to themselves.
I say indulge yourself and then cut back on other things.
If your a foodie, go try that new insanely expensive 4 star restaurant. You'll be happy you did. Then just pack your lunch for a good long while and buy your coffee from the street vendor, not Starbucks.
Bibliophile? You buy that rare first edition you stumbled over one day and lusted over. Then get creative saving somewhere else in your life. Maybe instead of buying new books, you would go to the library for awhile.
you get the picture. Now, I don't believe possessions define a person, and I don't feel the need to own things as proof of my own superiority over anything, but i do think that if something makes you happy it can't be that bad. My shoes are proof of nothing. They don't really mean anything to me in the grand scheme of things. I'm not even sure if they'll ever actually hit the pavement. But I do know that they make me smile, and to me that's worth every god damn red cent, even if I have to actually consciously budget for a little while. Oh well, once again I nurture my inner child, and guess what I'm bringing happy back.