how i became faux fancy

I hoped by now to be independently wealthy. I used to be so judgmental of people my age that didn't own their own home free and clear. Then I moved to Nashville. My previous home on a 1/2 acre lot on a golf course in a small town in Tennessee almost debt free morphed into this sweet little storybook cottage of my dreams near downtown Nashville with a mortgage the size of Texas. Therefore, instead of being truly fancy, I have become "faux fancy." I adore nice things like my movie star worthy LaMer face cream with a crazy price tag of mucho dinero, but because these times are a changin, I am on the lookout for a more price conscious de-aging cream. Right now I'm using one that looks and feels like snail snot...but that's because it is. The jury is out on whether it can compete, but I'll keep you posted on results.