Blogging is dead. We all know that now. Other social media streams are in and personally, I’ve been blogging since 2007 and I don’t want to do it anymore. I’m happily retired now. Hubby and I are picking out our new place where we want to officially retire. I don’t want to share my financial secrets with anybody anymore.
The truth is that I’m really a rich person who likes to live a top shelf life at bottom shelf prices. That’s me in a nutshell. I tried to live low income but it didn’t work out. That’s not who I am.
Yesterday I went to Kay Jewelers and after 37 years of marriage I made my husband buy me a wedding ring. We’ve been together since 1983 and I got married using my deceased mothers wedding ring. That always bothered me because I never wore my mothers ring again. There were always other priorities and other financial obligations getting in the way. Hubs never bought me a wedding ring.
I broke down crying in the store when I found a wedding ring I loved and fit me perfectly. Naturally of course the ring was a discontinued style and heavily discounted. The ring was originally $1300 but on sale for $600. That’s me. Top shelf at bottom shelf prices. My husband bought me the ring and all the salespeople in the store came over to give me a hug. It was pathetic and sad at the same time.
Right after I bought the ring, I walked across the roadway and went to Dooney & Bourke. I was there a few weeks ago looking at all the designer handbags. Checking them out also on HSN concluding that the factory store had the best deals. I’ve never purchased a designer handbag. Ever. My daughter worked for Kate Spade and I got all her tossaways. What a lucky mother I was. Not anymore. I found me a $328 handbag marked down to $131 and at almost 70 years old, I bought me my first gorgeous designer handbag, again top shelf quality at bottom shelf pricing.
After these very moving life-changing purchases, hubs and I stopped at an Italian restaurant and I had an expensive cappuccino and cannoli. No more .49 cent senior coffee. I wanted the real thing!
A few weeks ago I purchased designer threads for myself from Chico’s (they specialize in zaftig women, which let’s face it, that’s what I am). And of course, again, I bought top shelf quality clothing at bargain basement pricing. Everything was nearly 60% off.
I called up my sister and invited her and my BIL to meet us for lunch at Costa d’Este (click here), the beachfront luxury Resort and spa owned by Gloria Estefan on The Treasure Coast in Vero Beach. Rooms at the resort start at $425 and drinks are the most expensive on the strip. The Estefans, however, are smart business people and know many wealthy retirees reside in Vero. Like me, they want top shelf quality at bottom shelf pricing and offer this great menu during the week: the $12 special
$12 Lunch Features
Available Monday – Friday | 11 am – 3 pm No Substitutions or Sharing
Tax & Gratuity Not Included
Served with French Fries or House Salad
Ropa Vieja Melt
Swiss Cheese, Pickles, Sourdough Bread
Chicken Salad Croissant Sandwich
Celery, Grapes, Mayonnaise, Carrots, Tomato, Lettuce, Croissant
Cuban Pork Burrito
Mojo Pork, Black Beans, White Rice, Mojo, onions, salsa Fresca, wheat tortilla
Mains: Grilled Scottish Salmon Quinoa Bowl
Cucumber, Tomato, Red Onion, Corn, Romaine, Citrus Vinaigrette
**Consuming raw seafood, shellfish or eggs may increase your risk of foodborne illness. 18% service charge added to parties of 8 or more.
The final straw for me came when hubby and I discussed finally moving down to Florida, as we always wanted to do. It failed so many times I had given up. This time, however was different. We had experience on our side. We knew exactly what we wanted: a stand-alone home, no gated community, no HOA fees with enough room around all our sides so we wouldn’t be bothered by cigarette smoking neighbors and as near enough to the beach as possible. There was a battle however between hubs and me. He wanted to go rich. I wanted to go cheap.
All our previous neighborhoods were rich. We’ve always lived rich. This time I wanted to go cheaper. In the end however, try as I might, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I wanted my top shelf life. Who was I fooling? Vero Beach was calling our names. We’re going rich.
I understand now why rich people keep up this facade. It’s just too depressing to go any other way. I’ve been living like this ever since I got my first dollar to spend. I didn’t want to do the hard work that went along with being rich. I wanted to live like a millionaire the easy way. Thus my continual bargain basement shopping. I always felt I was beating the system.
My kids are married and settled. Hubby got a good bill of health from his cardiologist. I know our days are numbered. I don’t want to waste another second. I want to be who I was meant to be. At least I learned that much on this current excursion.
This is my last blog post. In a few days I am going to take my blog down forever. My photography will remain. I bought me an $1100 new iPhone Max Pro 11 and I’ll still be taking great photos of my life journey. I just won’t be speaking or writing anymore.
I’m retired. I’m done.