These wheels weren’t made for rolling. So they won’t.
It suddenly occurred to me that maybe I’ve been giving an overly rosy impression of ‘going without’, as if stopping all spending on the kid, or even just the smaller challenge of maternity clothes, were some kind of ‘raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens’ dream of a domestic goddess.
Mostly, it’s been fine. Occasionally, it’s been insane (four hours hunting for freecycled potty training pants?). Definitely, it’s been getting easier each month as we slip slowly into comfortable grooves whereby most of our make-do/swapped/”imagine this egg box is actually it” alternatives to spending become the most natural way of doing things for us.
The practical ones are the hardest. Take our buggy as an example. Its tired, frayed edges told of some pretty wild road trips before it had arrived with us. But it worked. Since then, its wheels have been worrying me. Two are now so worn down that they don’t even touch the pavement when we go out, rendering them completely and utterly useless.
What does this say about me? Do I have some kind of previously unnoticed freakish gait? Have I been lolloping around like Jake the Peg for decades without anyone mentioning it? Is the truth about my monstrous posture only now being revealed to me, through the medium of buggy wheels?
Either way – the fact is, our buggy is now useless. Which is cool, some of the time. J has legs, he can walk. But sometimes, sometimes you just need a buggy. And I can’t buy one. I can’t even buy the nearly-new, barely-used second hand one for sale on our local swapping site for £40, reduced from £250. Because that would be against the rules of my project. Even though not buying such a bargain, when my reduced lung capacity and ever-growing bump are making it harder and harder to heft Johnny around or propel the current useless buggy, defies the rules of logic.
So… where does that leave me? Cross, round, and possibly with wonky legs. Not a strong look, I think you’ll agree.
I wanted to ask fellow bloggers with thrift challenges what they’ve found the hardest to do without. So: Laura? Jen? Ian and Becksie? Our very own guest poster and FOK challenge taker, Claire? And anyone else with similar challenges?
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