ON BUYING EXPENSIVE THINGS

“People are quick to mention what money can’t buy but what they fail to realize is poverty buys you nothing. Nyet, nada, zilt.”

It’s a known fact that people who can’t afford things are usually the first ones to get them simply to prove they can. I myself occasionally buy things that are so above budget I am afraid to used them! Like that time I bought that expensive cream and spent my time admiring it and basking in my so-called good taste without ever using it😎.

As a personal rule from my delusional consumer book, before buying anything expensive I usually go through a whole range of emotion that would qualify me as a first rate patient for the finest psychiatric ward. First the flagellation stage, I remind myself that I belong to that exclusive group of people who have no business buying expensive stuff because:

a) They ( 🙋🏿‍♀️) just swore to their husband this was the last time they’re spending hard-earned cash on the latest wrinkle-fighting (Insert Fraxel laser sprinkled with goat testicle powder type of facial nonsense🙄) and the poor guy believed me😔…

b) they’re supposed to be on an accelerated saving plan that have yet to materialize🤦🏿‍♀️because there is always something better to do with money like”hair botox”. To me ”Broke with good hair” sounds like a good investment for the future😜

These people (and yours truly is at the top of that list) should realize they’re poor and just stick to drinking their 8 cups of unpurified water instead of spending money they don’t have on the latest  facial and skin care gadget.

Next in my buying process I also do a bit of introspection, read a few philosophical quotes on happiness and money, call a couple of equally delusional friend to help me to further justify the purchase and then I go ahead and buy whatever it is anyway only to realize a few weeks later that my life have not properly changed.

Naturally dear husband is never involved in this buying process. He usually finds out during a major barely-used item clean-out and I make sure to look as surprised as he does….

Dear husband: “What is this? When did you get this?”

Me: (Looking shocked and hurt) “I don’t know! Why are you always asking me about new stuff?”

Dear husband: “Well, you’re the one hunting for stuff like a groundhog about to hibernate so yeah I am asking you!”

Me: “Well, honey, sometimes I hear voices in the house, stuff fall on the floor so there could be a third person living in the house for all we know.”

Dear husband: (...??!! With face showing clear signs of system failure…)

At this point he usually leaves the room so as not to compromise his reputation as a patient man and since I am an equally smart woman I usually avoid him for the next 12 hours. The thing is he’s not completely above any criticism himself because he has his own demons (You can read all about it Here ).

Look, I would love to count myself as the enlightened one who have discovered a way to live her best life without spending a dime but I am not at that stage yet and I doubt I’ll ever be or even want to be.

I now focus instead on investing where it will make a true difference. For example, instead of buying make up every time I see a pimple, I invest in facials, good skin care and quality food while monitoring my stress level. While spending money I try to also focus on the quality of things instead of quantity and that helps a bit.

What about you, dear readers, what do you spend the most money on? How do you make your purchases count? Please do share🙃

 

A little trip to Quebec city: A few things to do and see

“There’s a time and place for everything. A time for high standards and a time for reasonable standards. I suggest only having high standards when you’re not footing the bill. “

Continuing the travelling wife series but this time a little bit less in style. What can you do when your funds are low due to overspending and you’re forced to depend entirely on your husband’s generosity? Well, if I am being honest I’ve always depended on my husband generosity 🙂 

A good while ago we took a little trip to Quebec city and I want to share it with you guys. We usually stay at hotel Pure but this time since reservation were made last minute, we ended up at Best Western. Now, I have nothing against Best Western hotel chain itself but the name does not do them any justice. When I hear “Best Western”, three things come to mind: an omelette, a greasy joint full of drunk cowboys shooting at each other or the next location to shoot the sequel of the big, bad and ugly. In my opinion a name can make or break a brand! Now it’s obvious anyone with an ounce of common sense will admit it sounds much better to say you’re staying at Hotel Pure than Best Western.

I have to be honest, when I heard that’s where we were staying I did pout (Insert rich Stepford wife clutching pearl in a profoundly outraged manner here). Dear husband had to remind me we were not only last minute but low budget. A deadly combination😔.

I usually try to stay around the Hotel so I am available for breakfast, lunch and supper with dear husband. So let’s start!

One of my favorite coffee shop: Cafe Pekoe

Me and cute coffee shops are like cats and boxes: We belong together. I go there to write every time we go to Quebec. Sometimes I go there simply to sit, sip tea and stare deeply at my computer screen to give the impression I am in deep thought..😜.

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SHOPPING: BAIZENVILLE:

When it comes to shopping I suggest you start in Old Quebec and then work your way around town. You’ll have plenty of choices. Below is one my obvious find. I said obvious because I go by that store often and somehow never bother to go in. 

It was a happy discovery. Go there for feminine dresses with a touch of whimsy, if that’s your style of course. In the pics below, you’ll find yours truly doing what she does best while dear husband is slaving away: Prancing around in girly dresses like a cat in the sun😜.

WHERE TO EAT THE BEST SUSHI: TOKYO:

The food is fresh and unpretentious and the ambiance is cozy. The last time we went there dear husband prevented me from taking one of their fancy-looking lunch box and to this day I still haven’t forgiven him…I usually bring it up around my birthday hoping the guilt will force him into spoiling me more.

Notre-Dame de Quebec Basilica Cathedral

If you feel like going for confession after all of the shopping and eating you could always visit Notre-Dame de Quebec Basilica Cathedral. I usually go there first to ask for forgiveness in advance for all the eating and shopping I am about to do…

Well, hopefully if you ever have the chance to go Quebec, you’ll find time between all the eating and shopping to visit a couple of these sites. Gros bisoux and talk soon😘

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are you a Leg or a Breast person?

Grace: “A leg or a breast?”

Cary: “You make the choice.”

Grace Kelly and Cary Grant in To catch a thief

I went to lunch with a friend of mine a good while ago at a place where chicken is the specialty. It went down like this:

Friend looking at the menu: “Any suggestions?”

Me: “Depends…are you a leg or a breast person?”

Friend: “Are we still talking about chicken?”

Me: “Well, yes but we can talk about the chicks too…”

Friend: “Well then ladies first.”

Me: “Coward! Since you insist I usually go for legs…You?”

Friend: “Breast.”

Me: “Chicks or chicken?”

Friend: “Both.”

Since I am small breasted, I always take it personal when someone, particularly a man choose breasts over legs. I literally feel like dragging them to a court of Justice and demand reparation😉

A few days after, I tried to trap my husband with the same question.

Me: “Honey, When it comes to chicken, are you a leg or a breast person?”

Hubby: “I have no preference.”

Me: “Really?”

Hubby: “Really.” (The answer was so sharp and final, you could almost hear the period at the end.)

Me: “How come you always get the chicken breast then?”

Hubby: “Because I know how much you like the leg so I prefer to leave it to you, honey.”

Now see what he’s done…I can’t insist without sounding like a triple snake looking for trouble…

Me: “Ok, that was for the chicken. What about the chicks?”

Hubby: “Same”.

Damn! The man is smart! It’s nearly impossible to trap him. Not only did he not fall into the trap, I left feeling even more cherished and loved. Like I said, I married my soulmate……

What about you dear readers? Are you a leg or a breast person? Chicken or otherwise😉