Emergency

I'm having a pretty serious crisis of identity right about now.

I pride myself on being a minimalist. I like small, simple, straightforward, non-name brand, repurposed, hand crafted, all natural, homegrown, and so on and so on. I might legally change my middle name to "Frugal". I thrift shop, consign, and bargain hunt. Where some boast about how expensive and luxurious their latest purchases are, I instead excitedly boast about my new sweater that I scored for $0.73, a dazzling hippie skirt for $2.50, or my homemade laundry detergent that saves $0.14 per load. I make broke look good, make healthy very affordable, and make ritzy and glam look chintzy and tawdry. I pinch pennies like old ladies pinch fat babies' cheeks, which is to say lovingly.

And yet here I am. Possessed.

I need more socks. More Sock Dreams socks.

Sweet mother of Pete, am I about to purchase something for full price?! SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK!