on splurging...

It's not very often that I splurge on something. And I mean splurge. My normal definition of "splurge" would usually entail buying a pair of shoes at Payless without cashing in on the BoGo promotion, paying more than $6 for a bottle of wine, or purchasing anything from Nordstrom.

When I do buy something for myself, it's usually either on sale or just inexpensive in general. I love it when my husband gives me a look that says, "Oh, no. What did the loufenn buy now." I always come back with a look that says, "Calm down, nancy. $20 for a seriously cute shirt is not expensive. I'm sorry I can't shop at thrift stores like you. Well, not without looking like an awkward hipster, a homeless vagabond or a woman of the night."

Anyway.

There has been one item I've been lusting over for nearly a year. I brought it up a couple days ago, when my husband and I were out and about.

me: You know what I want for Christmas?
Jay: No. What?
me: It's something I'll never get, though. But I want it so.
Jay: What is it?
me: Eh...(incoherent mumbling that means I am a child and want attention)
Jay: Okay, I'm over it.
me: Okay, okay! It's a chartreuse vintage style tea table.
Jay: (silence)
me: I've always wanted a chartreuse vintage style tea table. It's glorious. I've wanted it forever.
Jay: Um. What's "chartreuse"?
me: (sad face)

I went on and on about this table so much within the span of about fifteen minutes, that after a certain point I'd basically talked myself into buying it. As a reward to myself for reaching over 300 sales in my etsy shop, and having an all-around brilliant November. When we got home that evening, I purchased it immediately and haven't had one moment of guilt since. I'd say that is a good sign that I made the right decision, right? (Hold me.) In any case, here is the chartreuse vintage style tea table of my dreams:

[photo via uncommon: see their shop here!]

Including shipping it was a wee bit less than $150. But, really? I adore it. It is magical. And I like that I'm supporting an artist, and not just a huge retail chain (even though I do love me some Ikea, they are not up to par in their tea table selection). You'd better believe I'm going to have a photoshoot with this chartreuse vintage style tea table when it arrives at the duplex. And, yes, it is necessary to call it by it's full name every time you mention it. It's way more fun/annoying to my husband that way.

Hurrah for splurging!