I just bought some new t-shirts today. Actually, by “new” I mean “new to me”. SEE, I realized while doing laundry that I was short on “normal wear” shirts. It seems that if you wear the same five shirts day in and day out for months on end, they will eventually wear out and/or acquire fatal staining which renders them indecent for public wear. Who knew?!
My first thought was Café Press, because there are a few amusing shirts I’ve snickered at in the past. And then I thought about spending $16, $20, $25 per shirt and instead dodged into Goodwill for a quick tour of the racks. I got four good quality t-shirts for $11 (thicker fabric, don’t say “Salafari Family Reunion: Georgia 1997” on them) and I doubt any of them were actually worn by anyone before they fell into my greedy little hands.
Yet I was grouchy, because $11 for four thrift-store shirts is a little steep, doancha think? I mean! There’s this big thrift store (in a really nasty area of a pretty rough-n-tumble town) that sells t-shirts for fifty cents apiece, for cripes sake! $2.75 each for t-shirts, pah! Shouldn’t be any more than a buck, and that’s pushing it!!!
…grouses the woman who dropped over $200 on yarn in a spontaneous act of ‘ooooh, and this would make a gorgeous shawl and these socks would be heavenly and is that alpaca?!’…
I am a big-spending cheapskate.
Oxymoron: It’s not just a word, it’s a lifestyle.