I’d offer you a seat in my favorite chair. A perfect chair, kind of like the perfect dinner guest, easily slipping in with any crowd. So perfect that when it and its twin arrived in my living room last summer I wondered if anyone would be able to tell I’d gotten new additions. And I might kvetch about the fact that apparently this perfect chair is no longer being made. Or at least being sold by the store where I bought it. And so all my plans to carefully, pragmatically, frugally save my pennies for a leather version to put in my bedroom are for naught. And I might (just might) mention (err, whine) that I’m not naturally a frugal person and that I need a little positive reinforcement for those times when I do attempt to practice frugality.