I went shopping after church at one of the local antique-ish malls, called New 2 You. I usually "window shop" there, occasionally finding books or movies to add to my collection. However, today I went in with a mission. To find myself a decent looking bookshelf (my room has almost completely turned into a library/study, I love it!) because I am running out of room on the shelves on my wall. I didn't find myself a bookshelf, however I was sorely tempted to spend all my money on one of the most beautiful dresses I'd seen, ever. It was a blue-grey striped dress with a hand-made lace collar. From the 1870's! I had enough in my purse at the time and almost snatched it up, but a little sensible voice in my head whispered things about how it was far too long, the waist too small, and besides it would just sit in my closet- here the other, more sensational voice spoke, saying that it would be so very romantic to have such a thing, even if I never wore it. To sit and imagine the elegant woman who once wore it. To think of the dancing, courting, and other such happy things that happened to the woman who took such wonderful care of her clothes (it really was in such wonderful condition).
Fortunately, about the time I came to the conclusion that it would be okay, a gentlemen was seen carrying it out. It was gone! That quickly!
The sensible voice again whispered to me. I knew it was okay, that I would be glad to have the money still in my purse when I found a good sturdy shelf for my room. However, I believe the part of me that is Marianne, will always feel a pang of regret.
Soon after this missed opportunity, I came across a hardback print of Sense & Sensibility by Barnes & Noble (the series I collect), in like-new condition. For only $2.50, I believe that it is a purchase even Elinor would approve.