The House Hunt Begins
Tomorrow afternoon we’re going to look at a house.
Now, the chances of us actually being able to BUY this house are pretty slim, for a variety of reasons. (So, naturally I’m trying not to get attached. You know, like I did last time?) The fact that we’ve reached the stage of actually going to view the houses we like, rather than just obsessing over them on the internet, and maybe driving by like stalkers a couple of times a week, however, means that we’re starting to get more serious about our bid to move. In fact, yesterday an estate agent came round to poke round our existing house and give us an idea of what we might be able to sell it for (“I take it your business has something to do with shoes?” he asked when he walked into the office…), so hopefully we will buy A house at some point, if not the one we’re seeing tomorrow.
That means we need to budget. And by “we”, I mean “I”. Terry’s actually pretty good at budgeting, but me? Well, I like the shoes and the dresses. Also the trousers and the sweaters, and OMGTHESKIRTS. For the next few weeks at least, though, I will be turning my back on frivolous things. Well, most of them, anyway. And technically, that shouldn’t be all that difficult. I mean, I have a LOT of clothes already. And I’m extremely lucky in that I have a couple of very generous sponsors who send me shoes every month so at least I know I’ll never go barefoot. At the same time, though, I have a job which involves me going through a long list of fashion websites every morning and then writing about the things I find on them. Things which very often end up on my wish list, and sometimes make the leap from there to my closet. Uh-oh.
It’s not like I can just go cold-turkey and avoid temptation altogether, then, is what I’m saying. And honestly, I expect I’ll feel a bit like an alcoholic working in a brewery. But it’s a very first-world kind of problem to have, and it’s only a temporary one. And although it’ll probably make my outfit posts duller than usual for a while (There are only so many ways you can “re-mix” a dress, I find. Most of them just involve “wearing it with a different pair of shoes than last time” which means you end up with, well, the same dress, but with different shoes, as opposed to a WHOLE! NEW! LOOK!), it’s a problem I’m very lucky to have, so I hope you’ll bear with me while I show that you that same dress for the 111th time.
Honestly, I’m just glad I managed to find THAT H&M skirt in my size BEFORE this all happened. And, of course, that I spent the winter buying mostly summer stuff…