This is a subject that has been on my mind the last month or two. I’ve been spending the second paychecks with abandon (not the point of a second job, really, but I did need shoes and jeans, and knee socks and fabric are ALMOST essential). Emily Dickinson understands, though:

#12

The morns are meeker than they were—
The nuts are getting brown—
The berry’s cheek is plumper—
The Rose is out of town.

The Maple wears a gayer scarf—
The field a scarlet gown—
Lest I should be old fashioned
I’ll put a trinket on.

(I found that poem on this blog, which is one of my new favorites. Be sure to check out the “imaginary outfit” category, in which she imagines what she’d wear if she were a children’s book author, or rode a Vespa, or was a physicist. Fun…but it makes me want to buy more things.)