Add It Up

OMG I just realized that I am about to enter a mixed marriage.

It is not easy to admit this, but I am a very prim stingy gal. I click on everything - including YOU when you aren't looking - to see how many precious prims are being used. I am not sure why I am this way. It is as though my avatar spent her childhood in Great Depression era SL or something.

But then I fell in love. Not just any love. True love. And True Love doesn't care who you are or what is going on when it decides to enter your life. True love did not care about my need for a healthy prim cushion. So, of course, I fell in love with a complete prim whore. (And I mean that in the nicest way possible.)

I think my prim pinching started when I got my first rental condo. I had 100 precious prims to use to furnish and decorate it. I faced eviction if I went over. Always the super geek, I put together a little spreadsheet that tracked every piece of furniture, decoration and rugs with obsession. I made sure I had a cushion in case I needed to open a box, too. I think I did quite well with my teeny-tiny wafer thin prim allowance - making a stylish home that included everything I needed - even a sex bed, fireplace, chandelier and a vase with flowers. But before I had guests over, I would have to recalculate and switch things out so they would have a place to sit.

This tendency stuck with me. I still kind of like the challenge of making things look nice with limited prims. I know how much style mileage you can get from low prim things like rugs and art. And if I see something made with a lot of prims, they had better be used wisely to give the piece a lot of style or I won't buy it.

When I finally moved up in the world, I got a parcel with 1400+ prims. OMG. I was so excited about it that sometimes I would just spill all of my prims on the floor and roll around in them naked. What joy.

Is that crazy? My neighbors thought I was. I mean, I like open space as much as the next guy , but the real reason I didn't do much landscaping was that trees and plants can be total prim hogs.

Then, my darling Jerremy came into my life and we made a home together. :-) But while I was happy with a pair of rather appalling looking 1 prim rubber ducks floating in my pond, my True Love had no qualms about replacing them with two 176 prim swans. He doesn't even think about prims. He just uses them. He actually buys furniture without checking prim counts first!!!!!

Now while I admire his prim bravado, I find that I follow him around clicking on everything he places around our home and announcing how many prims it is made of: "That tree is 64 prims. That leaves 2435 prims....K-Mart sucks."

While I think a less patient man would be making plans to hide my body under a 100 prim tree in our back yard, my True Love just smiles, shrugs and buys more land in our sim.