But I have refrained and remain reasonably true to my aim.
This month I have invested in:
This APC t-shirt. I am very particular about my stripes and when I find stripes in the right width and spacing I find it hard to be disciplined. And a stripey top is a long term classic, and therefore fits my criteria.
To demonstrate. These stripes are wrong:
(Sienna Miller)These are unflattering:
But these are perfect. Funny isn't it?
Secondly I bought this plastic container which is for storing cut up onion in the fridge. It stops the onion infusing everything else with an oniony smell. I have wanted one of these for years and came across it in a shop. Of course I could always use any old plastic container but there is something so very satisfying about putting an item into a facsimile of itself.
There is an important carve out to this exercise: children's clothes. I had to buy some of these otherwise my son would be running around with a bare tummy and ankles showing.
Hence, the purchase of these (sorry for small image) from here. If you can't wear peacock blue skinny cords when you are 7 years old then when can you? She has barely taken them off since she got them.
Epilogue: I had an incident which required the purchase of a Vanity Fair, which I regret. What happened was this: I had an early morning client meeting in the eastern end of the city and I dropped my son off at creche with half an hour to get there. I rang my husband for his view about the best way to get to my destination from Chapel Street. We agreed Punt Road. Bad idea. Punt Road was a car park. I inched forward, minute by minute, the appointed time for my meeting getting closer and closer. I emailed my client to let them know I would be a little late. I patiently sat in the gridlock. I could feel myself getting slightly panicky. I finally got into the city and instead of driving around looking for a good value car park as planned I parked at the $70 a day one. I parked the car and grabbed my briefcase only to realise it was completely empty. I had left all my documents at home on the kitchen bench. Not only that, but I had no paper to write on and no pen to write with. In all my working life that has never happened to me. I ran to the nearest newsagent, grabbed a pad and a pen, opened my wallet to pay the $5.50 and realised I had no money. At all. No coins, no notes. I then remembered I had let my daughter take her pocket money from my wallet that morning. I gave the purse lipped lady my card to pay by EFTPOS and she said 'sorry $10 minimum'. I said (pleadingly) 'I am having a really bad morning' and she said (unflinchingly) '$10 minimum'. So I grabbed the thing which was closest to me, which happened to be a Vanity Fair (the one with the Twilight girls on the cover). I then went to my meeting, puffed, hot and a little bit peeved.