Free is for Me

Some days I bemoan the fact that my checking account isn't brimming over with extra fundage. Funds that would like to be spent on an overpriced pair of shoes or a bunch of music on iTunes. Instead it's earmarked for rent and car payments and insurance and pesky things like laundry detergent.

And on those days I spend a few moments thinking about the trip I'd take to Italy or the great loft downtown and how I'd like them to be all mine, Mine, MINE!!

And then, I realize - while Rome would be great, I can get one of the best slices of pizza at this great local joint. And while the loft I covet has exposed brick, wood floors and a sunken tub - it costs as much as my studio in New York City did. And when it comes right down to it - I'm a pretty simple girl and the real fun isn't in the shoes that pinch my toes and eat away at my savings - the real fun is in the little things.

This weekend I did buy a few trinkets and while I admire them and think they do wondrous things to make "home" even cozier - they really don't hold a candle to my favorite thing this weekend.

That was driving to Indiana on Saturday and passing two hillbillies walking down the side of the road without any shirts on (one in cut-off jeans) each with an open beer can. And to make it all the sweeter - they were trying to hitch a ride. I know it will shock and amaze you that no one was quick to pull over and offer their chauffeur services to Misters Dee and Dumb. But there they were - givin' it the ol' trade school try. And that's a story I got to laugh over later with friends, plus get to pimp out in a blog and no doubt will re-tell any time I see a shirtless man in cut-off jeans.

So while I am slightly in love with my new Martha Stewart towels - I am ever reminded that the best things in life really are free.