The Banana Republic Princess

Yeah, so, I know, I said I wasn't going to post. But this is just a quickie, submitted during an unexpected window of time. So there! ;-)
I was supposed to have a testing client today at four, but they canceled at the last minute, leaving me with an unexpected two hours of freedom. I should, of course, be writing the huge paper (which I haven't Started) that's due on Thursday. Instead? I went shopping.
Oh yes, boys and girls, I was That productive. There's nothing quite like spending money you don't have. And yet . . . I had a great time. I went into an expensive store I dont' usually shop at, and luxuriously browesed through hundreds of soft, beautiful sweaters, smart, tailored pants, and gorgeous silk evening-wear. I was in Heaven. Why do I like looking at beautiful things so much???? Is it just purely covetousness that leads me to run my fingers across gorgeously fitted satin? Is it pure sin? A part of me really doesn't think so. I mean, yes, I know I take things too far sometimes (often). Being in such stores always makes me wish I was the wife of Mr. Darcy so I could just buy everything I see, and I know I'm not good at being ok with being 'poor.' (I am So not poor, by the way. Well, I am, I'm in grad school, but I have a place to live, and enough to eat. I'm just in debt up to my eyeballs. ;-)) I know I place too much emphasis on having fine things and taking them for granted.
And yet, on the other hand, I can't honestly say I think it's wrong to enjoy a well-made garmet, something truly fine. I don't think it's wrong to feel like a princess as I try on a beautiful lacy blouse, which I could only (barely) afford because it was on deep discount. Is this a bad thing? Sometimes I think yes, sometimes I think no, most of the time I just have no idea.