Sometimes my thrifty, frugal (a.k.a. cheap) Scottish ancestry raises its head. Not that it happens often; as my husband once said, “you are the only person I have ever met with absolutely no self control”; all in all, it's a fair statement but…over some things…I am a positive Ebenezer Scrooge.

The general rule of thumb for my miserly behavior is that if it’s out of sight, it truly is out of mind. This means that, for the most part, my tights, socks, bras, etc are all sadly worse for wear. It's an embarassing admission to make and it's not that I don't realize how important these things are. It's just...if I have some money crying "Spend me! Spend me!"...I find it hard to get excited over the thought of buying a pair of opaque DKNY tights.

Perhaps I need to set myself a goal...once a week for, say, two months...I buy a "necessary evil" and lay the foundation to build better outfits.