stuff

You know what?  I’m not that materialistic.  I’m not.

I AM materialistic in the sense of wanting a microwave, car for transportation, a soft place to sit, a computer…

But the microwave is the one my parents gave us when we married…  Almost 10 years ago.  My car is my mother’s old truck.  The “daddy chair” was a gift for my parents when their plans for the darn thing fell through.  My computer was paid for by my mother – and I honestly can’t remember why at the moment…  But it’s been years.  These things work just fine.  I don’t need a big screen TV, but I DO want to be able to see what’s going on.

So, I suppose in the “western culture” sense I’m materialistic.  But I find that in a real sense the less “stuff” I have the more clear my mind is.  No.  That’s not true – everything needs to have it’s “place” and the truth is our living spaces have been small, and that means less stuff.

But…  I don’t get a lot of stuff for me.  I put off things for myself due to cost, but don’t blink at it for others.

That seems to be changing.  I got my haircut.  The last time I did, it was a trim, in May I think.  I chopped it.  It’s about chin length now.  I stopped putting it off and just did it.

I also bought new clothes for myself.  I just didn’t have that many to begin with…  And over time, what I had has dwindled due to stains or rips and holes.   I have 1 bra.  And it’s falling apart.  But I’m picky, and there was nothing on sale.  But the final straw came.

I had a pair of cords I wear to work.  Very comfy, but still “good pants.”  I knew they had a small hole in the waistband, but let’s get real…  Who is EVER going to see my waist anymore?  I do not tuck.  Rule number one for my body weight and type.  I went outside to sit with my boss at work.  Riiiiiiiip.  Right there at work.  From the waist to down below the pocket.  In other words, my entire left buttcheek.

Oh – and to top it off – I wasn’t wearing underwear.  I don’t have any that fit except for my granny “period panties.”

Thank God I don’t tuck, I was able to carefully hide the goods with my sweater.  But, my boss had WAY too much fun with the whole situation.

And then I bought clothes.  Several pieces.  And they are new.  And I love new things.  In a totally non-materialistic way.  Heh.