A mis veintipico, tenía un trabajo decente, vivía sola por primera vez y si bien el sueldo era exiguo, sobraba para comer y alquilar. El resto era rigurosamente gastado hasta su última peseta en ropa, salidas y viajes. Si bien seguía comprando en Zara, empezaba a darme el gusto de tener ciertas piezas especiales, como, por ejemplo, un bolso de Loewe o un pantalón de Adolfo Domínguez. A la vuelta de mi departamento en la calle Bonaire, en Palma de Mallorca, había una pequeña boutique that was my downfall. Occasionally came to kill boredom, and its owner, super nice and gay, for details, I looked exaggerated gestures and phrases like "Good thing you came ! I got a phenomenal blouse when I saw her, I thought "this is for Dana." And the truth is that the unfortunate had good taste, I fell into the trap of trying on what he wanted and always end up buying something. I remember having come later this month, more than once, with a few twenty pesetas in the bank account. But what matter? Day one to fill the coffers again.
In my thirties, Miami looked me up substantial salary, season-ending settlements and a total disregard for the savings. I traveled halfway across the world, I went to the inauguration of the best restaurants and when it was lying on the sand, talking on a cell phone latest model (which, at the time, was the size of a microwave), spent the afternoon trying on clothes in my favorites. He lived in ignorance of the existence of coupons, " outlets" or shopping clubs and lied to my parents about the amount of money that burned to preserve heart health. I still have from that golden era, the most valuable pieces of my wardrobe, tags Armani, Donna Karan, Dolce & Gabbana and Ralph Lauren. Classic and basic.
A mid-thirties, married and the happiest time of my life was accompanied by the Inquisition, religious but not financial. I was fortunate fellow traveler and a "saver" and financial. O. looked frightened credit cards, budgets and made each month was rallying. Apparently, you had to save if wanted to have the financial ability to an uncertain future. Who bore him. I knew it had to happen someday. I knew that someday the time of the "easy money" would end and I took it with soda. I began to find outlets and buying off-season.
In my early forties was Maxi. With this huge milestone, miracle, was also the biggest spender of the house and the biggest thief of time. Asked to choose between a bath and I choose to go shopping, usually into the shower. Or cut my nails. Or other luxuries, such as waxing. I keep dragging my son in his stroller for the mall but I must say that patience with children a year to watch windows scarce. If in addition to looking glass, one wants to get to see what's hanging on the racks, two minutes Maxi looks at me as if to say " you kidding me or what ?" And let me know categorically that that is not your idea of \u200b\u200ba fun afternoon throwing, for example, a bottle at the feet, while delivering a Tarzan yell that would scare. "No way entering the tester ... no?" asked, resigned. So I opted to go to the store quickly, while you entertain with the case of my Blackberry, to decide in a millisecond and eye the pledge that I will be better in color, size and model and firing into the pocket faster.
In summary, in my forties, I buy my clothes in the settlements of the supermarket, not try and discount coupons. Not a complaint, I am still very happy. It is a simple statement of fact. But then do not ask me why do not I want to get photos ...
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