lust

I tend toward being a rather practical person - or at least I like to think so. I do have taste for things of quality and/or significant aesthetic value. I just usually can't justify the cost of it and often long from afar until I find something else to moon over. But, damn it, I want one of these.

I saw a little boy getting chauffeured around in one the other day [at Starbucks, of course] and asked about it. That's how much I liked it: I initiated a conversation with a complete stranger about her baby's stroller and I didn't even have babyQ with me to show that it was a legitimate discussion. She paid $85 US for it at a warehouse/outlet store across the border. Okay, it's that cute. [I have difficulty with converting funds, so I usually just ignore it...]

But here? In an oh-so chic baby boutique? Two hundred and fifty damn dollars.

Okay...now I'm not sure where the magic line is, but that crossed it. Shit. I can't, as of yet, bring myself to get one. Maybe I need to go to the mall and test drive some really cheap, some-assembly-required strollers to talk myself into this kind of maniacal spending. Maybe we'll get 4 numbers on the lottery this weekend [hey, I'm not greedy]. Maybe I'll add it to babyQ's Christmas list...

Maybe we'll go for a little drive across the border and hit the outlet malls. Because, that way, it will only cost me $85. At least, in my mind it will only cost me $85 - until I get my credit card statement in Canadian dollars ...