Oh, alright, I know it's my very own fault. I have some kind of vintage monkey on my back. I was pondering this dilemma whilst in the car this morning. I was admitting to myself that I probably should have waited and tried to find a less expensive version of the cookie jar. When out of the corner of my eye I saw the blur of a tag sale sign. Without another thought to that monkey, I turned at the very next corner and followed the signs! Thankfully, I only had $1.15 in my handbag or who knows how out of control I might have been.
Once upon a time I received the very worst kind of advice that a flea market kinda gal can receive. Buy what you love, even it you aren't sure what you'll do with. If you love it, you'll find a use for it. Have you heard it too? Isn't that just a wicked piece of temptation?!
And then there's that Bible verse... in the middle of a very thorough description of a virtuous woman... "She considers a field and buys it." Do you suppose that "consider" should involve more than "can't get it out of my mind"?