Let's play a game of Simon Says, as answered by the minimalist in me, and the frugal chick in me.
Simon says: I want bread.
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Simon says: I want a vacation.
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Simon says: I want a manicure.
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Joanna's stomach says: I want yogurt. Every day.
Joanna's wallet says:
$23 yogurt maker, pays for itself in five weeks.
The more I read simple living blogs, the more domestically bipolar I become. I can pay money to have other people make stuff for me so that I don't have to own gadgets and machines and pans and bottles and potions. Or I can own the made-in-China-with-slave-labor contraptions that allow me to make my own gosh darn yogurt and stop throwing out ten plastic containers a week.
Our cabinets in our tiny kitchen are full with all of the contraptions we have to make practically all of our own food (though I draw the line at milling my own flour). I'll have to get rid of some mugs or something for this to fit.
My internal frugal compass and my minimalist conscience are at war. I own a good bit of stuff (particularly in the kitchen) just because it lets me be frugal. Where do you draw the line?






