Accidental Splurging

I have felt the need to splurge lately. Perhaps being frugal is only good for so long. I never buy anything except for nice times out, be that movies, plays, dinner, copious amounts of alcohol, etc. Still, having things is rather nice too. There goes that whole minimalism thing I was striving for.

I had run out of eyeliner. I got hooked on Clinique eyeliner after I borrowed some of Dana's and realized that my life would never again be complete without Clinique's blacker than black eyeliner. But it's like fifteen bucks in the States. Well, boo, but sometimes a girl's gotta splurge. I finally ran out of my stockpiled Clinique (which was a bad idea anyway because the Yuma airport evidently finds traces of terrorist chemicals, whatever those are, in certain brands of makeup, Clinique included. "Man, it's just everywhere, lady!" Yeah well, screw you airport security man in Yuma.). I decided it was time to brave the stinky part of every mall in the world... the make up and perfume part. Granted, the smell isn't as bad here as they just aren't into those kinds of things as much as you might think, but still. Ew. So I tell her I want "New Black" eyeliner, but she tells me that it doesn't exist. Oh okay. The kind I have been using for the past several months is a figment of my imagination. You'd think she'd just tell me she doesn't carry that kind, but she insisted that it did not exist.

I conceded and just wanted whatever they had in the black realm. I asked how much the mascara was (if you're gonna splurge, might as well go big) and was told, "Forty two dollars." Good Lord, I could get a black market kidney for less. So I say that I'm only interested in the eyeliner. Since it's $15 in the States, I assume $20-$30 at the most. Nope, forty dollars. Sadly, I still bought it. I just can't turn down this eyeliner. I can't say it was highway robbery as I was willing, but it's more like I threw money at robbers for no apparent reason. Good thing I worked a lot of extra hours this week.