Between a renovation, a trip and clothes (!) in 2025, it would be a while before I deign not blink (my non-existent) eyelashes and buy anything (to a point, mind you) that I fancy. But it’s a relief to feel that I have no problem with this, nor would be fooled again into thinking that money in credit cards is free (they sit somewhere in my drawers, fully paid, the cards digitally locked).
But all these virtuous actions doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped looking.