Friday, 25 November 2011
I Sold my Soul to Designer Labels
…Yes, there is such a thing. I have shunned the chain stores and I have succumbed to the wonderful but exorbitantly overpriced world of designer labels.
It is getting a little out of hand – I’m losing all self control – I have fallen to the great industry that is fashion! I used to be reasonable – but I have tasted – or more accurately felt the difference. I have been exposed to the quality of Marc Jacobs, the finesse of Chloe and the allure of Burberry, the craftsmanship of Collette Dinnigan, the history of Tiffanys and let us not forget the wonderful world of luxury online shopping.
The temptation is getting stronger and the will power is almost non existent.
I can’t give it up and it scares me; it terrifies me.
I haven’t stepped into a chain store and purchased something in a very long time and it is really beginning to fatigue the wallet.
In terms of shopping status – I am definitely living above my means. I don’t mean to say I’m as shocking as Confessions of a Shopaholic – I will never allow myself to fall into the trap of a dozen credit cards. The day I start using one credit card to pay off another is the day I need to turn around, slap myself, lock myself inside a room and throw away the key. I like to think I’m pretty sensible when it comes to shopping – I just indulge here and there – a little pick me up to get me through the week. I don’t have much in life and shops have never really hurt me, so let it be my weakness.
Yeah, I sound pretty dangerous but aren’t we all. We all choose to spend money somewhere, whether it be a lot or a little. We all place some type of material good, experience or need above another. Some choose to take their wallet for a hefty drink or two, a wild night out and a round of shots for all, others swipe their cards for electronic goods, the latest in technology or stylish furniture. Selfless people prefer to spend their well earned money on gifts for loved ones and others save for a trip around the world and a basket full of experiences. The rare few don’t even spend at all, they save save save for a rainy day – you might call these people the sensible ones, the one’s that have it right, but I’m sadly no angel.
For me, like many others I choose to sign my name off to Marc, Collette and Chloe, maybe one day to Louis, Karl, Christian and Alexander. My greatest pleasure – shopping overseas! There is something even more magical about it. The promise of new stores, of more bargains and the feeling you get when you return home with your new wardrobe, the utterly snobbish air you get when you reply with “oh this, I bought it in Europe” (hating yourself afterwards), the feeling that what you are wearing is somehow slightly better than the rest (even though it isn’t). But that overseas dress, that bag from London – they come with more than just prettiness and compliments; they come with fond memories and lasting experiences. When you don that special little item you bought at a steel in Rome you are transported back to that very moment and you remember the city, the people, the food and the smells.
So yes. I choose to waste away my money to fashion houses that do not need my cash and yes, I choose to pass over $1000s to travel agents for overseas adventures because that is my preference, that is what I want in life.
We are all different, but we all have some preference on how we spend our money. So please do not judge me for being superficial or maybe even a little irresponsible.
Either way, it’s a little too late! Sorry soul. You officially belong to designer labels and international airports.