I’ve done a lot of foolish things for the sake of frugality. That one time I kept using hair product after I lopped off 7 inches of hair. It didn’t make my hair look better. In fact, it looked sticky and frizzy and ugh. But I didn’t want to be wasteful. Then, there was that other time that I bought a fancy shampoo, and it gave me really attractive pimples all along my forehead. Can’t throw that out. No. I spent $7 on it. But that’s not what this post is about. Those are things that I can laugh about, things that I can just chalk up to being Penny. You know, adorably awkward Penny.
This is something entirely different. If it doesn’t cross the line from frugal to cheap, it certainly sits right on it. And it’s downright stupid. My husband just finished his master’s degree. Lots of people have master’s degrees, you say. Well, let me give you some background. My husband is remarkable in many ways. He is my better half. He’s an outstanding teacher, a terrific coach, the list goes on. But model student he is not. Not because he’s opposed to learning; he is the most naturally curious person I know. He takes apart everything, researches all the time, and generally loves learning new things. He just hates sitting down, writing, and regurgitating facts. So this master’s degree is a huge accomplishment. And not just because he really had to buckle down to do it, but because he could have taken a throwaway degree. He could have gone back to school for something simpler. But he chose to get a degree in educational technology and has stepped up in incredible ways for his building and his district.
In short, I’m so freaking proud of him.
So what’s the problem? I didn’t want to throw a party, and he didn’t want to have a party. Because we didn’t want to spend the money. And I almost let us get away with it. I mean, we did just spend $9,000 on his graduation program, and I’m in the process of dumping another $14,000 into mine*. So it seemed silly to spend another $100 or so on a party.
And then I actually said that aloud. I wasn’t going to throw a party because I didn’t want to spend $100? I am not willing to serve appetizers, drinks, and cake to family and friends because they aren’t worth that. Because my husband isn’t worth that. I know you can’t actually put a price on people, their support, or their accomplishments, but if you could, I’d wager to say $100 split among 20 or so humans is awfully low.
Who is this person? What kind of money-saving monster have I turned into? I used to drop this much and then some at the mall every weekend. For decades. And besides, if anyone is up for throwing a frugal bash, it’s me, right? You all know I love my Aldi. And their wine.
While I’d love to tell you more about how and why I am undoing this detour into Cheapskate City, I have money to spend, a party to plan, and a husband to celebrate.
*In case your head exploded, we’re teachers. Grad work is the only way we can get raises.
So Tell Me…Have you ever visited Cheapskate City? Am I silly to throw this party?