Yesterday, on my way home from work, I was attracted to a super pretty coat.  Without hesitation, I went to the shop to try on clothes and smiled slightly satisfied with my eyes.  The form of the shirt fits me well, even covering my rough shoulders but still enough for me to comfortably work.  The body of the shirt is sewn with careful hem, hiding the entire bread waist of the owner delicately.  In particular, it can both highlight femininity when combined with skirts and easily create a personality image if paired with jeans.  What a variety of styles!  Looking at myself in the mirror, I see that I am not only luxurious but also beautiful with a few glasses.

I thought to myself this shirt was made just for me.  If the price is a bit high, it’s okay to try a little bit.  What you pay for.  Expensive is also a piece of real iron.  However, its price is not high, but just … very high.  It must have been made for someone with a thick wallet, not the thin one I have now.

I had to leave sadly and constantly think about that shirt.  I felt foolish deciding to buy the dress set a few days earlier because it was not as pretty as I expected.  If I hadn’t bought that set of dresses yet, I would have made up my own money to buy that coat I love and can wear on many occasions.  When I use it a lot, the depreciation on each wear is small, it’s much cheaper than cheap ones, but I only wear it 1-2 times and then keep it in the closet.

But my worry about money and my desire to go to school made it impossible for me to pay down.  So every day I passed that shop, I walked slowly and lustfully stared at the mannequin wearing a pretty coat that almost belonged to me.  Just to save my memory and imagine how I would stand out if I could bring her home.

Until a few days later…

The beautiful shirt has disappeared from the store.  No wonder it quickly caught the eye of a certain stylish lady and followed her back to the palace.  Only I regret that I don’t have the opportunity to buy it anymore.

Tenten!  This is just the beginning of my joy.  I accepted the fact that I couldn’t buy that shirt anymore.  I stopped weighing and thinking about whether I should buy that shirt.  The guilt about missing a favorite item is also completely released.  Before things happen, we are often afraid, but when it is over, what can we do but accept the truth?

More importantly, I succeeded in not spending money.  I have somewhat protected my school plans and can buy some gifts for my parents when winter is knocking on the door.

The small joys of those who are not rich are sometimes simple, like keeping the balance of the account in the last days of this tempting month.

Who doesn’t like to buy delicious-healthy-cheap products.  Especially for someone who is often in peritonitis like me.  But life is not a dream.  The chance to find such items is inherently not easy.  The only way is to try hard to train, study and earn a lot of money to aim for a shopping future without looking at the price!  Come on, Hang!