It seems the older I get, the less wise I become.
It also seems that the older I get, the less spare cash I seem to have.
And, unfortunately, being stupid with the little money you have is far from ideal.
I’ll explain myself.
About a week ago, and with the colder weather starting to bite, I decided to treat myself to some new clothes.
With children and grandchildren, I always find myself purchasing things for them, I can’t help it.
The wee ones are so cute and I physically cannot pass the children’s section in any store.
Even occasionally, I’ll see something in the shops that I know my children - both grown up - would like.
So, actually buying for myself doesn’t happen that often, and when it does, I tend to shop at the sales or during one-day promotions.
And, when things are a certain percentage cheaper for 24 hours, my motto is - buy lots of things.
So I did.
When I finally got the stash home, it took me the best part of the night to try everything on.
Then the same old story.
You filter out all the things that are too small.
Then, you realise that you are not as young as you used to be, and set aside outfits and items clearly meant for a woman 20 years younger.
Then, there’s the stuff you try on and spend ages looking at, before tossing them in the undecided pile.
In saying that, I was happy that I had decided to keep one item - a black shift dress, of which I have a dozen.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, returning the items turned into a bit of a debacle which I worked out cost me over £15 in petrol and £13 in parking charges.
Then, there was that jacket I wasn’t sure about.
It had been in the undecided pile but, in a moment of madness and while I was running late for a family thing, I decided to rip the label off and wear it.
Stupid - I didn’t like it.
So I tried to sell it to my mother, thinking she’d like the colour.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Kate. That would drown me”.
Yes, think I’ll stick to shopping at the kids section.