Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Sometimes I wish I were Veruca Salt

So, I spend a good bit of each week (usually at 3 in the morning) drooling over things that I want to own. Etsy is totally to blame for this, of course, it isn't some flaw of my making at all. At any given time I have a few pages of things that I want with a firey passion. From soap, lip gloss, corsets, nerdy shirts, cute jewelry, and steam punk accessories.. I have it all listed. And about once every month or so I go through removing things that other people have bought and paid for. It makes me sad to see some of the things go.. and yet, some things I have had my eye on for a year or so and they haven't joined the list of things deleted. It gives me hope that one day I will have money to splurge and that item will become mine. So that I can be happy and share it for like two weeks before I decide that it's only for ___ occasion or ___ costume/character. I am more interested in the idea of owning something than in owning it in actuality.

When I go shopping, for example, I will find something that I think I cannot live without. To test this, I walk around the store with it as I look at other items. Usually by the time I am ready to leave the store the decision on whether or not I NEED it has been reached and I either put it back where it belongs or go to check out. This works wonders when I don't really have the money to spend on yet another tube of chapstick (which I am addicted to because I hate chapped lips) or even a box of Pocky. This even works on clothes, which I hate buying.. which is why my newest clothes are all from thrift stores and are things that I don't actually wear in real life, but in my fake life known as LARP. It's weird, I know, but it's how I go shopping. Hell, who am I kidding, I do it at the grocery store too.

I'm pretty sure that this is a skill that parents everywhere learn after their child is old enough to want things, but it's just something that I do.

But the thing that sucks is when a holiday that is known for gifts comes around and I'm asked what I want I say "I dunno... can't think of anything..." and then end up getting a gift card for a book store or something else that I'll use with glee. And then the next time I go look at Etsy there will be a dozen or so items that I could have asked for, staring at me like "But... you could be wearing us NOW, dimwit" and then I pout.

SO, if ever an occasion comes around and you want to get me a gift, just ask for a link of my favorite items on Etsy.


  1. Etsy is the debil! There is too much cool stuff on there I need. Lately I've been perusing with equal delight, not because I actually intend to buy anything, but it's fun to see the worst of the worst as well.

  2. I have not heard of regresty... I shall have to peruse it. :)