Apparently when you get married and start merging your finances with another person, you have to “make responsible decisions” and “wait until you get your first paycheck at your new job” before you start buying “unnecessary” things like the iPad you really really really need because your five-year-old laptop and your six-year-old desktop are so decrepit you literally can’t replace your also-outdated cell phone because you would have to buy a whole new operating system just to be able to download the iTunes update that would let you even sync the phone at all.
I’m telling you people, it’s like I’m living in a Third World country here. *
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So instead of posting this from the shiny new (refurbished! Because I’m being responsible!) iMac I’m not allowed to buy yet, I’m chugging away on my same old laptop, which huffs and puffs and wheezes and is all like “What’s going on? Where am I? What is this Inner-Net you keep trying to access? What does this Aeroport device do? Let’s just flash it on and off until something happens! Microsoft Word — Microsoft Word?!?! I can’t take it! Too much memory! I’m melting! Me-e-e-e-l-l-l-t-i-i-ing...”
I have been allowed to update my grownup business lady wardrobe (which, during my years of re-entry into the blue-jeans-and-clogs world of journalism, took a serious nosedive) in preparation for returning to an office setting that requires a bit more care in dress than the good old Dispatch did. This I have done mostly responsibly; I used Ebates when I ordered from the Banana Republic “Mad Men” collection, and I did the rest of my shopping at Filene’s Basement when I was in Boston last week. Which saved us literally tens and perhaps hundreds of dollars. Dollars that I am not allowed to spend on an iPad.
In the meantime, any post-wedding hopes I may have had of updating my casual wardrobe has been dashed. Which, fine, OK. I suppose I can make do with the jeans and sweaters I already have. And honestly, I would rather have a bigger house than some new boots. (We’re running out of room for my craft supplies.) So I guess it’s for the best that I have someone around who will stand in my way when I try to make frivolous shopping decisions. Like building a new fall wardrobe around the Burberry tote MLB bought me for my birthday last year.
To that end, I suppose it’s time to say goodbye to this aspirational Polyvore set...
...and hello to compromise.
For the record, despite the whining, I do feel I’m making the right decision here in letting go. Those boots cost almost as much as an iPad, and you can’t even play Angry Birds on them.
* I realize I’m not actually living in a Third World country. I just ate organic beef and watched an entire television show all about people making desserts, for crying out loud.