A few months ago I wrote about the things I’ve spent money on that have been totally, totally worth it. But lately I’ve been thinking about the things I don’t spend money on and that I can’t actually understand why anyone spends money on these things. ITALICS MUCH?!
I mean, to each their own (I guess), but here’s the list anyway:
I very, very rarely partake in alcohol consumption. And oh-my-sweet-baby-Jesus am I SO glad. The few times I actually have gone out for a night on the town I end up dropping $100, I feel like shit in the morning and I barely remember the night anyway. Lesson? Save the money, get up early the next day and do Something Awesome.
See: above. I only recently lost my club virginity (at 26, y’all) in Vegas with a group of bloggers. Honestly, can someone please explain to me the appeal of spending hours getting all fancy in a dress you will never wear again because it’s too sparkly, waiting in line for hours outside in the cold, then PAYING MONEY to enter a building filled with sweaty people and music so loud it feels like your imaginary pacemaker is failing? Honestly, I will never understand this.
I recently (as in, a few months ago), purchased my first adult pair of heels. Once a year I splurge on a great pair of jeans that lasts forever, but that’s about it. All my tshirts are from Threadless and all my dresses are from eBay but I basically spend $500 on apparel per year. I have a mild to moderate fashion obsession but I’ve learned that it’s totally possible to be stylin’ without spending all your money on a purse you could get at TJ Maxx next year.
I’m sorry, but I just can’t tell the difference between a haircut from Supercuts and one from a snazzy salon. Plus, I don’t really ever cut my hair because I don’t ever really wash it so it doesn’t NEED to be cut. Plus, I’ve been trying to grow it out for aagges. So every 6 months or so I’ll get a $20 deal from Groupon to a relatively nice salon, get it trimmed and I’m on my way.
I travel like a homeless person. I can’t remember there ever being a time in my adult life where I haven’t taken the cheapest, most roundabout flight or stayed in anything fancier than a 10-bed dorm room in a hostel. My motto is that the less money I spend on “luxury travel” the longer I can travel for, the more things I can see and the more people I can meet.
What do you skimp on to afford the things that really matter to you?