I want a new camera. Why? I don’t really have a good reason and I’m lucky enough that my husband doesn’t consider that a problem. However, I don’t want to spend “our” money (you know, the stuff earmarked for fences and dog food and vacations to the Caribbean) on something I just waaaaaant.
So I figured I’d sell some stuff, like the camera I currently have (Rebel XS with kit lens and my beloved 50mm prime lens for only! $450! with free shipping!) and my wedding dress.
And then, suddenly, he cared.
My wedding dress has been in an untidy heap in our bedroom since I took it off the night we got married. Wait. Actually, since I brought it home the night after we got married. (Details, details.) Much as I love it, I will never wear it again, so it sits in a heap, all sad and unused.
In my world, the only thing worse than spending money is having the resulting item sit unused. As it is I’m overwhelmed with existential grief over the natural human tendency to create things for the sole purpose of then throwing them away (hi, bubble wrap, packing peanuts, Amazon boxes, ziploc bags, Saran wrap, and the stupid plastic things Zyrtec come in).
But my husband doesn’t want me to sell it. He — who laughs at me for having an emotional attachment to my car, my bookshelf, my discarded Blackberry and that ugly shirt I bought when I lived in New York — thinks we should keep it for sentimental value.
Just for that, I want to keep him for sentimental value!
Except Mama wants a new camera and Mama’s dress isn’t being productive. *sigh* Now I won’t sell it, though.
Anyone want to buy a camera? (I’m only half-joking, like men do when they want to say something but aren’t sure how so they say it and then claim they were joking when you get annoyed. Like that.)