No, not the big expenses. Not the laptop computer you decided you had to have. Not the credit card kept hidden from one's spouse. Not even the desire to dine out at a gourmet restaurant at least once a week.
What I'm talking about are the inexpensive but irresistable 'gotta-haves' that bring us joy.
Imelda had shoes.
Grace has books and notebooks.
Back in my college days, when my dormitory was in walking distance of a number of great thrift stores, I was seduced by used books. I arbitrarily set a spending limit that I honor to this day: the book or notebook must not cost me more than a dollar.
Of course, this rule would work better if I didn't find such great deals: the last time I went to a Friends of the Library Book Sale, I came across 27 such bargains!
I also love blank notebooks. I've kept a diary since 4th grade. Lately, I've branched out into 'subject specific' diaries, which is why I have a financial journal, a journal for each of my children, and, most recently, a journal in which I explore the patterns that have shown up in my life's journey.
But that still leaves me with a pile of unused blank books.
There's a great charity locally that would take donations--they run writing workshops for disadvantaged people such as the mentally ill, folks in domestic violence shelters, and the homeless. But I have such a hard time letting go of my treasures.
The dollar limit is seductive as well--after all, it's just a dollar. I can usually dig one of those up.
And it does save on home decorating costs--put up a bookshelf, cover the wall.
So, am I the only one with a secret spending vice?