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Name: Gwen (Vass) Nicodemus
Location: Broomfield, Colorado, United States

I'm an abecedarian who happily lives with my husband, son, daughter, dog, cat, and two ferrets.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Gazingas pings

A long time ago I read Your Money or Your Life: Transforming Your Relationship with Money and Achieving Financial Independence by Vicki Robins and Joe Dominguez. This is an excellent book that makes you think about what you really need, what’s important, and how to achieve Financial Independence (FI). I liked the book so much that I not only read the book again a few years later, but I incorporated much of it into my life and bought a few copies to give on hand to people who might be receptive to its teachings.

The book discusses the concept of the gazingas pin. Most people have gazingas pins. A gazingas pin is something you buy, collect, have a bunch of, and don’t actually need. (Maybe you need one, but not a collection.) What do you collect? Some people collect figurines, or pins, or socks, or can openers. My husband went through a stage where his gazingas pins were technical books and another stage of VHS tapes.

My gazingas pin is the purse. I have a basement full of purses and I can’t seem to stop myself from buying more. I don’t buy every purse I see. A purse has to meet a set of criteria for me to “need” it. Nevertheless, I have purchased many purses in my quest for the perfect purse, that purse that will be so awesome it will put a stop to my inane purchases.

We went to a birthday party today. On the way home I told my husband I wanted to go buy some shirts. I’m going to a conference in a few days and I didn’t have any appropriate clothes that fit and weren’t in style in the 80’s. We saw a Ross on the side of the road, and he let me go in and he stayed in the car, reading a book, with the sleeping kids.

I was in there a long time. It took me probably about an hour to try on 16 different things and walk out with a giant shopping bag.

My husband saw the purse immediately. (Ross has a lot of purses.)

He said, “That’s cute.”

Did I pick a winner or what?

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