Infrequently, and only if the bank balance supports it wholeheartedly, a splurge is a great thing.
I had a little splurge in Cornwall. Then I had another little splurge last weekend, during which I bought posh jeans. Which, for the sake of argument, is a pair of jeans with a designer label and costing over £100. But they're worth it, even if I'm not. I also bought Touche Eclat by Yves Saint Laurent. But that's because my face needs increasingly specialist help.
The great joy of a splurge isn't just treating yourself to nice shmutter, although that is of course its primary goal. The great joy for me is in finally choosing quality above quantity. After all, if I'm going to rampage through my 40s in a blaze of triumphant white light, I'm going to need the finest arsenal a woman can buy. And that includes the clothes on my back. Until then, the jeans make my bum look smaller. Result!
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well. if anyone deserves a splurge it is you what with all the upheaval recently.
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arguing for the other side - god love a charity shop!
on another note, i can't wait to see these bottom-changing jeans....i think this post merits a photo...