Saving My Way To the Poor House.

So I’m in trouble.   I got busted.   I’ve been to too many 70% off sales this week and Honey isn’t jumping with joy over my savings.    If he only knew how many things I put back before I got to the check out stands!    And I didn’t even  tell him we decided to skip Michael’s and Target today.  Maybe it doesn’t count, though, if you skip some stores because you run out of energy.

It’s really difficult to ignore merchandise that is shouting “You know you want me!”    Especially if you are with your sister in law who echo’s it in your other ear.    I found some beautiful beaded, sparkly red ornaments today and I got them for 30 cents apiece.    Not only that they are unbreakable.   Normally they were $3.00 each.  Visions of sugar plums …  Who could pass up a deal like that?  

Then Eileen and I found these clever, clever gift bags that we can use to give our money out next year to our kids and grandkids.  They were normally $2.50 a piece, (and she even said she would have paid full price if she had to!) but they were marked down to 39 cents each.     What’s a woman to do?

I put back the air tight glass jars I could have filled with stuff for the neighbors.   I put back the candles and potpourri.    I put back the snow men and the snow flakes … and I didn’t even look at the wreaths and greenery or ribbon.  

That was today.

A couple of days ago I ran into a 70% off sale on Jim Shore Christmas collectibles.   I think that’s the store that got me into trouble.  I absolutely love his things and would like to fill my china hutches full of them.   At the same store, Christmas material was on sale 70% off and I bought enough for seven patchwork wall hangings for next Christmas … so uh huh … it turned out to be kind of an expensive day, that one.  

The day before that I went to a sale at Robert’s Crafts that had 70% off all their Christmas stuff too.     So there ya go …  that’s the day it all started.  The beginning of the end.     

Tomorrow I’ll  lock up the bank card and check book and swallow the key … Lynn said I’m going to save him into the poor house.   But it was sure a lot of fun while it lasted.

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One Response to “Saving My Way To the Poor House.”

  1. Been there! Done that! I sure am glad I finally got in the “simply” mode you mentioned somewhere. It doesn’t help at all to go with girlfriends whispering in one ear either. Now that I almost only go shopping with Hubby in tow, I’m doing better.