Last week I was attacked for the things I buy and show on my blog “often”. I was kind of at a loss and asked her to explain but she would not. Since Christmas, the only thing I’ve bought is a $29 iron and a 1/4″ foot for my sewing machine. Vince bought the little notebook on clearance because he thought he was helping my back problems. I do not feel the need to justify my purchases to anyone other than Vince! 🙂
But yesterday this person wrote a long post on her blog (I have not shared the link here simply because it truly isn’t worth reading) about being compassionate and not showing what you’re buying while others are hurting. She went on and on about helping others instead of buying for ourselves. I’m not sure if she’s saying “don’t buy” or “don’t show”. I thought buying was going to help the economy but then one of her readers said “No, buying is what caused this mess.” I thought it was people buying what they can’t afford or buying on credit but . . who cares. I’ll still buy what I want when I want it and all the while I do plenty to help others.
But the point of this blog: I asked her to please read my blog and get to know me. Whatever opinion she has of me is wrong. Here’s her response: It will be a very cold day in a very hot place before that takes place, believe me!
That’s the kind of compassion I like! 🙁
But I decided to take my own advice and read her blog and see what has happened in her life that makes her such a grumpy person. I found a huge motor home they have bought. They’re paying notes, they’re paying insurance and they’re paying to store it . . she said it . . I didn’t just guess. I’m thinking .. practice what you preach lady! Let some homeless family live in that big thing!
My opinon and I’m surely no economist is: Pay cash for what you buy or don’t buy it! Don’t worry about what someone else is buying . . that falls under the heading of “not your business”. And, people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
I promise . . it’s back to quilting. I have decided that those who are miserable will not be happy until everyone else is miserable and folks . . I am NOT going to be miserable. Try as you might . . I’m sorry for those who are miserable but they’re going to have to dig themselves out . . I cannot do it for them.