Wednesday night I came this close to purchasing an iPad. My SO and I went to Best Buy to check them out. And they ARE cool. Having done my research ahead of time, I knew what features I wanted. The store had two iPads in stock, one matching my criteria. But when I added up the cost for the gadget plus all the accouterments, the total was close to $1000. That gave me pause. Enough pause that we walked.
While shopping for odds and ends at Target, I continued to debate whether to get the iPad, which led to a discussion of whether I had a tendency toward denying myself pleasure. My SO said, no, that I was just being a Libra, weighing the pros and cons (ad nauseam, I might add). Also, even though my mother has been gone for almost 40 years, I still hear her voice in my head, saying, "But you don't NEED one." Even so, when we reached the checkout, I turned to my SO and said, "You know we're going back to Best Buy, don't you?"
And back we went, but the model I wanted had already been sold. Thanks, Mom.
I'm not the kind of person who purchases things in hopes that they will make up for what is missing in my life. For one thing, there is not much missing. For another, I have never been particularly attached to things. When asked by my kids what I wanted for my birthday, I could never think of any things, but there were other non-tangible gifts I would have liked. Like someone to clean the litter box. I suggested that once, but was told no. Giving things is so much easier than giving oneself.
Anyway, over the next two days, I continued to examine the iPad issue. Would I regret buying it or not buying it? Maybe I would be happier/better off with a new laptop. Or a Nook. Or a different, less expensive model of the iPad. I would lean one way, then read an article that would tilt me the other.
And was "the universe" telling me NOT to buy the iPad? Friday after work, I tested that possibility again, by stopping by another Best Buy. Nope, they had none in stock, except some old models. Well, okay then. As I was leaving the shopping center, though, my car magically found its way to Barnes & Noble. About 15 minutes later, I headed home, a new Nook in my possession.
And I was very happy. I scratched the itch to buy myself something frivolous, but without spending so much money. Win win. Even my mother might understand.
P.S. The sales people in B&N are WAY nicer than the staff at Best Buy.