The danger comes, not from your buying the camera, but from her thinking that mariage is a 50/50 proposition, and if you can buy an expensive camera without consulting her, then she is entitled to buy something even more expensive and you will never know about it until you balance the checkbook. If she handles the money, well then Buddy, you're screwed.
Wilhelm (Sarasota)
My wife handles the money, and I am screwed. The only way I can justify a new camera or lens on my paltry salary is if I can convince Jim at Midwest to trade me even-steven for whatever piece of gear I'm lusting after (currently a 305 G-Claron that, surprisingly, is still languishing on the Midwest Web site).
Let's come to order, group, and work our Steps One and Two together:
1. "We admitted we were powerless over view cameras - and that our lives had become unmanageable."
2. "Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity."
Sounds like some of us have instinctively moved to Step 10: "Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it."
Ha, ha!
Cheers, All
Do what I do. I always tell her that I bought it for her. That it is a gift for her!
RichieV
Lighten up Steve. Before your lecture-from-dear-old-dad post this was fun.
Now back to reality.
What about step three? I am pretty good with steps 1 and 2.
Every excuse, rationalization, fear, angst, desire, need, concern I've had over the last 20+ years governing the aquisition of gear has been voiced here.
It's all true.
We go in cycles.
I'm now in the 'I could do this if I had that mode' and am coming very close to:
Selling everything I don't need to get it. (fat chance)
Or
Finding an empty credit card and living with it.
Mark
You mean you guys haven't figured that you can solve this problem by having your camera stuff sent to your mistress's apartment? Com'on...
A friend of mine collects guns, which he keeps under lock and key in a special closet.
He has an arrangement with his wife: she can't complain about his gun closet, and he can't complain about her shoe closet.
Another approach: Tell her it's cheaper than a psychiatrist.
The difference is the stuff I buy I can turn around and sell and usually get my money back. The women buys stuff that is essentially worthless.
Tell her that the camera is actually one of a very finite number of accessory lens holders for an infinite number of lens possibilities. That'll take her mind off the camera.
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