If I had it my way, I would spend my entire paycheck on cocktail
dresses. Because of this impulsive addiction, I have had to hire a financial
planner to make sure I save for retirement (because apparently the stuff in
your closet doesn’t count as equity). I also had to post the mantra, “I get
more pleasure out of saving than spending” at my desk, specifically to remind
me not to shop online. I look at my mantra every day, even though it is a
bald-face lie.
I get more pleasure when I spend. Saving isn’t any fun.
People save money so they can eventually spend it, so why not just spend it
when you are young on clothing that will inevitably be age inappropriate if you
wait too long. Carpe diem-buy the backless dress! Carpe diem- buy the five inch
stilettos! This is what the shopping devil says as it sits on my left shoulder watching
me click through page after page of fitted lace dresses.
This weekend I went shopping with my mom in Beverly Hills
and I got caught up in a whirlwind of beautiful things. I nudged my mom into
Nanette Lepore because I wanted to show her that there was a designer out there
who completely got her style—feminine, colorful, and oozing with unique details
that makes each piece special. As she drifted off to thumb through racks of
bright spring wear, I found myself gravitating toward the most perfect work
tote. It was a gorgeous two-toned, buttery leather bag with a beautifully
crafted bow. It was also a whopping $495.00. As I began to recite my mantra to
myself, I saw those magical four letters-S-A-L-E. Suddenly it was my lucky day.
It was the last bag in the store and it happened to be 40% off.
My growing list of justifications for buying the bag started
kicking in:
(1) it was on sale,
(2) I needed a “spring bag” because my black one was too
wintery,
(3) it was big enough to hold legal-sized files,
(4) I just survived my first appellate argument and needed to
reward myself despite the fact that the verdict had not yet come out,
(5) it was amazingly supple leather,
(6) it had strategically placed zippers for organizational
purposes.
As I said each reason out loud my mom said, “You don’t have
to make excuses. If you want to buy it, just buy it.” Then I had a seventh
reason to buy it—mom approved. And so I drove home with a beautiful bag—a bag
so beautiful that it came in its very own bag.
The thrill of the buy was glorious. Perhaps I do take more
pleasure from saving as I do from spending—it was really that 40% off that made
the entire purchase completely wonderful.
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