Put the credit card down and slowly back away

There comes a time in every girl's life when she spies a tiara in a store window and thinks, "I must have it." Then she thinks, "But do I really need a tiara? What purpose will it serve? I'm not yet living that fabulous lifestyle, the one where I get paid to sit home in flannel pajamas and a tiara and write, write, write the day away while watching Law & Order reruns, like, the ones with Chris Noth, who was hot even before he became Big on Sex and the City. And my upcoming Halloween costume doesn't require a tiara and I bet it's expensive and can I really justify a purchase that will be seen by only me when I look into my bedroom mirror when the boyfriend's at work and sing, 'I feel pretty'?" And then, deflated, she puts the wallet away and walks back to the office, hoping that one day she will have occasion to adorn her head with rhinestones.

Okay, there's a very slim chance that I might be alone on this one.