If there's one thing Greg and I do not have in common it's our spending habits when it comes to clothes.
I am not a clothes horse in the least while he's a clothes Clydesdale. We've had many a discussion on this disparity.
It boils down to the fact that he feels he should be able to buy whatever catches his fancy. I'm more of a 'buy it only if I'm naked' kind of girl.
My oldest pullover is at least twenty-five years old. I wear my jeans until there's nothing left of them. They're not even worth keeping as rags. And we won't even discuss my sleeping clothes.
My clothes are sorted by acceptability. The best looking are for stepping out in public. (I don't want people thinking I'm riding the rails.) But as they wear out, they become my work clothes around the farm.
I'm picky about clothes. Not about style, but utility. If it can't move in all the directions I need to go, it's useless to me.
As for nicer things, after I retired, I donated all but one suit. I still have a couple of nice dresses too but I've had no reason to wear them for years. Luckily I don't change size much so they should fit me fine in case royalty comes to visit.
I can't even bring myself to say how many t-shirts Greg has. It's a lot. We have an enormous walk-in closet, and his stuff dominates three-quarters of it.
I refuse to give him any more of my space even though I have plenty to spare. It's my hope I might fill up my side one day when stores decide to stock stylish duds for active people and not for the criminally trendy and teen-aged.
It's not that I don't like nice things. I like them very much. But really, how many shirts do I need for a week? Even if I change three times a day, seven days a week, that only comes out to twenty-one shirts.
To be fair, in the middle of a Texas summer it's quite possible to change three times in a day, so I'm perfectly okay with twenty-one changes of clothes.
It's the hundred and twenty-first set of clothes that drives me crazy.
So back to you. Are you a clothes horse or a clothes pony?
Do you budget for clothing? We have a really teeny-tiny limit on how much we can spend a month for clothing. My thinking is that we have all we need, so anything we buy should be a direct replacement.
...like a windbreaker. I need a windbreaker. In red. And rain-resistant. Size medium. Greg are you reading this? My birthday is next month.
In other expensive news, I think my computer bit the dust. It's very old. For the last three years, we've been keeping it alive by swapping parts, cleaning, and debugging. This time I'm afraid it won't come back from the dead.
It's the hard drive. Unless the pros can repair it, I'll be getting a new computer.
If you hear wailing and teeth-gnashing over the next two weeks, that would be me, trying to reload all my old software.