therapy

Wow.  I had the best three hours of therapy today.  It cost a fair bit of money, and it was exhausting, but I came home on an absolute high.  What miracle therapy is this, I hear you ask?  The best possible kind….. retail therapy!!

I very rarely go shopping for pleasure (ie. for stuff for myself or SO which are ‘extras’).  But we had a couple of gift vouchers which we needed to use up in the next few weeks.  Plus, I have a hen’s night in a fortnight which I didn’t have a suitable top for.  And I really needed some ballet flats….. Altogether, I ended up buying a new winter coat (dark grey, suitable for both work and to wear with jeans); a top to wear to the hen’s night; some classic ballet flats (which SO immediately called ‘nana shoes’); three shirts for work; a new winter dressing gown; a couple of gorgeous dishes (courtesy of one voucher); and a couple of divinely thick bath mats (courtesy of the other voucher).  In my travels, I also picked up a new fleecy jumper for SO, who loves them and wears them constantly around the house in winter. 

So yes, a very expensive, but extremely satisfying, few hours’ work.  It felt so good to just pick a few things up and buy them, rather than my default option, which is pick them up, admire them, sigh, and put them back.  I used to be an absolute clothes nut a few years ago, when I’d just started working professionally and didn’t have any debt.  Since then, we’ve been living on a reasonably frugal budget.  I actually moved in with SO because he lost his permanent job, and I knew he’d need help with his mortgage payments.  I was going to move in with him anyhow, it just speeded things along a bit.  Since then, we got a very large mortgage, then started buying rental properties, so we’re now used to watching what we spend and how we spend it.  But today reminded me of how much fun I have when left to my own devices.  I think SO will be chaperoning my shopping expeditions from now on.