No, I’m not talking about a date. I’m talking about me. I’ve gone cost-cutting, coupon-cutting, extra napkin-stealing immigrant.
I’ve scoured all my expenses and cut everything that’s unnecessary. Again: no gym membership, no cable, no cell phone bill. But now: I cut Rhapsody the online jukebox that cost me $13 a month. I charge everything that I can on my 2% cash back Schwab credit card. I refinanced my mortgage to $1900 a month. Who can beat that? And I’m going to get a waterfall of a tax refund in a few weeks.
I did increase my automatic monthly deduction to my church. I believe in karma 🙂 No but really. The Catholic Church has always been there for me. God provides.
I’m one week into my two week sobriety plan. I am saving so much money. It’s actually scary thinking how much I’ve spent all these years getting drunk. I feel so stupid about my alcoholism I’m considering making sobriety permanent. I really am.
But here’s the zinger. After Christmas, I bought a cute navy blue form-fitting sweater from BCBG. It was 50% off and it still cost $120. Anyhow, I lost it. I don’t know where. I just tore my place up yesterday looking for it. Ran to my Honda Civic, searched under the seats, in the trunk. Looked in my gym bag. Nothing. I thought of all the places I’d worn it. Had I worn it to Therese’s last time I spent the night? I wore it on a date. I remember it coming off. I remember washing it since then, wearing it since then. It was gone. The hardest thing for me to swallow is that I practically never lose anything. Probably only a handful of times in my life have I lost something and not recovered it. It’s gone. I don’t know where it is.
I woke up this morning wanting to replace it, but of course, nothing that expensive. So I went to the Crossroads second-hand store on Fillmore and Bush in Lower Pac Heights. I went in looking for a sweater and came out with 6 sweaters, 1 blouse, and a pair of jeans. Mind you, these were not cheap-looking items. All the sweaters were cashmere or some mixture of silk and cashmere. The blouse was 100% silk. And the jeans were Seven–one of the most expensive brands. Plus, they were my size. Extra small. Perfect fit. How much did these 8 items cost me? A grand total of $106 including tax! That’s less than my stupid lost BCBG sweater. Never again. Never again am I buying expensive things. I am going cheapo from here on out.