“It’s a horrible thing to have champagne taste and a soda budget.”
– Mum
I have to keep reminding myself that as fabulous as I am in my head, I still haven’t managed to finagle a book deal, become the mistress of some Italian magnate, or convince Society to sponsor me as a witty companion…ergo I am still poor. Especially since I am still financially recovering from Christmas shopping for approximately thirty million people (and/or the items on my lust list are prohibitively expensive and I could never justify it):



I feel your pain my sister. I do, I do. Then we are insulted and ASSAULTED by the Snooki’s of the world getting publishing contracts.
I have my own list of WANTs that I must drool over. My dog is complaining over the damp.
Sigh
No kidding, right? Where are the Audrey Hepburns of today? It’s all about Snooki and the Bad Girls Club.
C- your day will come when America gets tired of the trash and dumps it. Until then, keep up your classy chin up!
Being classy and cultured is tough. This stinks. I feel your pain.
Darling. I have been desperately desiring a full set of black pearls (from choker to rope) for nearly two years now, and alas, I am a broke grad student who refuses to take advantage of her luxe-incomed forbears.
Our day will come…
Commiserating, dearest. Alternatively, I have excellent ideas for presents for you for the next few years (thanks to a brother in law who spends a lot of time with the pearl traders in China). Also, I may or may not have just bought the dress anyway…
The list of lovely things I lust over is wayyyyy too long. A Porsche Boxster heads it.
I’ve been thinking of that quote from your mother quite often recently…as I try to stop from even thinking about the things I can’t have, so I don’t get too upset. =). However, I finally went on a (MUCH needed) shopping trip a few weeks ago with a good friend, and emerged triumphant with a new round of clothes…for the first time in about 3 1/2 years. Hooray for Christmas money!
I’m glad you got some pretty! There is nothing wrong with pretty as long as you do it wisely – and a 3.5 year break definitely qualifies you. No guilt allowed! Miss you, girl!