I have always been a saver.
When I was younger, I would constantly have my eyes set on something. The process usually went something like this - read a Nancy Drew book, want to be a detective, flick through Argos catalogue, cut out photo of a pair of binoculars, save up for two months, buy them, become a detective.
Ok, so it didn’t exactly work out like that, but the thing is, I enjoyed what I had saved up for because I felt like I had earned it. A decade later, and not much has changed: I save (and still secretly want to be a detective…) and still enjoy the things that I’ve saved up for more than the frivolous purchases I’d spontaneously make. But that’s the variable in this aging process – I seemed to have slipped into the rather naughty habit of over-spending. Buying too many clothes, too much make-up, creating detailed –and very long- wish lists that I would inevitably delete because I’d just buy it instantly because hey – I can...
