big money

I have lots of cards. There is my debit card, my credit card, my student card, my Clicks card, my driver's licence, my Woolworths' card, and numerous other little cards that I somehow couldn't resist when I was standing in the store. When they say "points" or "money-back" I ask where I can sign up.

It follows naturally that I have an enormous wallet to store all these cards in. I used to have pictures of my friends and family and dogs in there as well, but that wallet got stolen so now no more photographs. Also, most of the time my wallet does not contain any bills. Just coins. Because students are poor, if you had not noticed.

The big-ass wallet is great for being stuffed into my everyday handbag, which is equally huge and ideal for not finding what I need at that moment. My student card also gets lost in there on a daily basis.  But when I go out, I don't want to be dragging half of my possessions around with me, especially since it is highly likely they will get stolen.

We were sitting in Cool Runnings, a bar in the student quarter of the city, and even though there was a bouncer at the door, two young men managed to get in, grab my handbag ( which was huge and contained all of our stuff, including the car keys...) and made off in a car. Great.

So back to the point. I want a small wallet which I can take with me for going out. Something where just your cash and driver's licence will fit. Something stylish.

I therefore want a Fennek wallet. They are a local group of guys who manufacture leather goods.
Check out these beauties ( the wine-coloured one would be great for my birthday, thanks :) :

Treat Me

As a present, I got a voucher to go to a spa treatment. I was envisioning some sadistic massage to knead out all the pressure in my shoulders. But the lady informed me that the voucher was only valid for a facial, so for a facial I went.

Now you must know, I hate facials. I don't like someone washing and cleansing and plucking at my face. I don't like someone with perfect skin and perfect make-up looking at my pores through a magnifying glass and pointing out its impurities.

However, this facial was suuuuuuuuper-relaxing. Some soothing Enya in the background, some towels to keep me warm and then all the lady did was massage my face, neck and arms with different lotions and potions. Everything smelled edible. And the lights were dimmed down so I did not feel like I was in some laboratory, ready to be poked and prodded. I don't really understand why women (mostly) go for facials, but this was very enjoyable.

Now comes the part I hate about going to any salon or spa or beauty palace ( yes, palace, not place). They always, always, always want you to buy more stuff! At the hairdresser it is some special shampoo. At the beauty palace it is a whole new range of facial products. It does not matter where I go, they always want me to buy stuff that I neither want nor can afford. I like going to Clicks and buying my (to me) already expensive L'Oréal Elvive when it is on special. I like earning my little points and getting a discount voucher in the mail. I like being able to go into a store and choosing a product, without someone hassling me about what to buy and shoving the most expensive one in my face. I want to scream: "Jeeeeeez Louise people, I am a student! NO MONEY HERE!"

I can understand, sales people need to sell stuff. But aren't we already paying for the haircut, the pedicure or the massage? One day, when I have divorced for the 5th time and the settlement allows for it, I will buy your silly shampoo. But please, notice I am wearing Mr Price and come with a voucher. Please do not torture me with long explanations about the excellence of your product, because I cannot afford to buy it and all I can think about is what excuse I will tell you to leave as soon as possible without being too rude.



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