Depression and deprivation

Well April is living up to its promise. After a full week of the stuff, and a rough week it was, I think I've had enough. This would be the time to shop for that bright outfit in an attempt to cheer myself up a bit, but with the hiatus on, I began to wallow more in my depression. Since the week started with my braces getting a new wire (sending me back to the painful place where I can only have liquids), my depression wallowing took on the theme of deprivation.

What to do? Well my therapy session didn't help, since it seemed to focus on others rather than on me. (And I pay for this type of deprivation!) So I thought I'd head over to a Frette sale and get new sheets. Ever since I slept in a boutique hotel in Brighton and ripped apart the bed to find out the name of the sheets, I have pined for Frette sheets. I priced them in San Francisco when I happened upon a store and I couldn't justify the price once asked whether I could launder these in a laundromat. Hard to launder US$800 sheets in a public washing machine, never mind leaving them unattended while running errands.

I thought about this as I headed over to the sale. Buying a washer/dryer was out of the question at the moment due to other things that brought on the depression (such as having to move out of my apartment). I thought I would figure something out, especially since I had to move and perhaps could find a place with a washer/dryer at least in the building. But then I thought of my cat, who is dying (another reason for the depression) and getting sick all over the apartment. Could I trust that the Frette sheets would be out of the firing line of the projectile?

By the time I got to the store, I didn't think about the reasons why I shouldn't buy the sheets. I was ready to buy and be cheered up. Substitute shopping was in full gear and I didn't care. And then the store was closed!

I didn't even bother to find out whether it was my error or a change of venue or what - my week had been that bad. I chalked it up to more of the same. Even my sister's kind email forwarding me the Frette.com details of its sale didn't get me online and ordering. I went home waving my white non-Frette flag in surrender and promptly got highlights in my hair.