Now I find the need to use pricier hair products that allow my color to continue to shine, since I paid a pretty penny for these highlights. I find volumizing powders and dry shampoo along with other items which total $75, with free shipping, of course, a requirement. Clinique makeup will only do for my sensitive skin & Essie and OPI nail polishes are a favorite. I also enjoy a good mani/pedi from time to time, but who doesn't?
These high-end beauty products somehow crept into my life before I knew what they were doing to my credit card statements. Not to say I'm in debt to beauty, but for a girl whose primary needs ranged from scent uniformity to now needing Sephora on speed dial? I can't help but wonder when this happened.
As if calling attention to my salary output isn't enough, I also notice a more savvy approach to the paycheck input. I see life insurance and my retirement fund as line items on my bank statement. I recently asked a friend for investment advice and love ING online banking for its higher interest rate. My Costco executive membership earns me 2% back on all purchases there, when bulk purchasing saves a dime or simply saves me time. Oh and that membership finds me the best car insurance & coverage for my husband and me. We squirrel away funds for a larger down payment down the line and entertain the idea of traveling & living overseas.
It trickles down to the pets, too, who all eat grain free foods from non-chain stores. This is not so much an indulgence for them as it is a reality that wild animals don't eat wheat. That and one of the cats & the dog have allergies. Really.
All this highfalutin attention to detail and need for quality products might appear excessive. I'm not sure when this change happened either: when Trader Joe's overtook Giant, salon dye won over boxed dye, and the need for yoga beat out couch-potato'ing. I never needed designer clothes, yet Coach purses & the rare Louboutin's mark some sort of coming of age in my head.
Call me spoiled.
Call me immoderate.
Call me crazy.
But one thing's for sure: I didn't care worth squat about these things at 21 or 25.
What is it about becoming independent ("grown up") that has the potential to make us so reliant on other things?
I find value in taking care of my assets with quality items.
Because life is short.
and I am a grown up.