I haven't really been myself lately. Work is crazy and the heat and I haven't bought anything new. To be clear, I'm far from a shopaholic: I don't regret purchases and I don't buy on impulse. My job makes me far too aware of what's out there that something would ever take me by surprise and sweep me away.
But I do have a carefully considered list of things I want, a look I'm trying to build, both at home and in my wardrobe. And when I buy nothing new for weeks, I feel like it's becoming a pipedream and I'm one of those people who says they want all kinds of things and never moves closer to them.
Some people like ultimate wishlists for the sake of the ultimate fantasy. I like ambitious, but do-able wishlists for something to work towards, for a plan. Some of the items are on a very long timespan (a great watch, my own place), but some are mundane and more about the sum of a collection than an individual item (something to wear for those occasions when I turn down invitations because I have nothing to wear, enough chairs to entertain all my friends comfortably.)
I think the frustrating part might be entirely that I thought I would reach an age when these seeming fundamentals would be taken care of... But now I think maybe that same realization is what drives people to the ultimate fantasy wishlists; the realization that even the doable list never gets done, so in a sense it's an ultimate fantasy too.