I’m pretty extravagant and don’t feel guilty about it at all. Most of our money hours on doing stuff rather than things.
We spend a fortune on travelling and love it. Christmas in Oz with four teenagers didn’t come cheap this year. I take each one of them on a short holiday just the two of us most years too. They get to choose. This year it’s Paris, a pilgrimage in Ireland, Estonia and Poland. But I know I won’t regret a second of that money when they are grown and flown. And we visit friends and family living far and wide. It’s a joy that we can do this, and treat them when we are there.
I only wear cashmere knitwear, and then only the good stuff. That’s my ‘stuff’ extravagance.
We do lots together, with the DC and as a couple, and with wider family and friends. I seem to but tickets for something or book a restaurant most days.
The other extravagance is an entourage of tutors, trainers, the odd therapist, private medical appointments and clubs that we are members off- between the six of us several choirs, music lessons, sports clubs, gyms etc. Several museum and society memberships too.
We are well paid but neither DH nor I is especially materialistic. We’d never buy a posh watch, a massive house or a sports car, for example. Although DH did once spend 35k on a guitar, Investment my arse 😆