(Subtitle: "Oh, good - she's being frivolous again!")
Oh, Muse - there you are /
Winking at me from afar /
Price beyond mortgage
(Photo credit: Saks. Haiku credit: me, unfortunately)
Once upon a handbag, many months ago, a certain lady of
royal delusions discerning tastes spotted a certain YSL purse from across her computer screen. It was love at first ladylike handle.
. . . the auto insurance bill arrived. And the mortgage one. Oh, and then she remembered the upcoming student loan payment.
This handbag hussy of five years ago? Would have found a way to the purse & the loan payments. By extended payments or some other voodoo magic, I would have pondered, plotted, and jammed all of the above into my budget - if not my savings account (foreshadowing!).
This handbag hussy now? (Begrudgingly) prefers to comfortably pay my bills. And have a savings account. And give money to, you know, other worthy causes. And lo, this accessories affair shall continue from afar for now.* I may be getting older, but some of that wisdom my family taught me just might be sinking in. If only the handbag crushes would stop nearly sinking me . . .
*PC Police Disclaimer: Yes, yes - the so-called "sacrifice" of a handbag is at best a silly sort of problem to be moaning about, particularly when people are struggling merely to pay their bills. I acknowledge that I'm blessed and lucky. Please just take this with the grain of (bad) haiku with which it is intended.