money to burn
I managed to unexpectedly receive a gift card recently for FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS to spend at Holt Renfrew, which is a bigger present than anything I have ever received in my life. Having this much money to spend on PURE FRIVOLITY (because, let’s be honest, no one is going to Holt’s to buy like, five-packs of white cotton underwear) made me temporarily feel like an actual, honest-and-for-true, Rich Person. I decided that, instead of being sensible and using it to buy several moderately-priced smaller items, I wanted to BLOW the whole thing on one amazing item that I could never afford otherwise.
Here are some things I contemplated while trying to figure out what to buy.
First thing I came across was this orange/burgundy/red Marc by Marc Jacobs purse that is f-ing stunning and was “within” my frivolity range at $585.00. Seriously, it is the perfect fancy-lady-slash-hipster bag, and, as such, I believed it would make me feel like a fancy lady from the 70′s-slash-hipster from the 90′s (which is like a style orgasm for my brain-hole). It was the first thing I saw, so I didn’t want to jump the gun, but just to be sure I picked it up and walked around the store with it the whole time so that some other fucking person didn’t steal it from me.
The Marc Jacobs bag was pretty much the only purse that I liked that wasn’t $3000.00. There was also this Rebecca Minkoff bag… but meh. Didn’t even compare.
On to the shoe section. There was a sale on so there were some fancy-person heels on sale that came within my $500.00 range (jesus it is crazy that I just wrote that sentence). First, some classic pink Louboutins:
I have never tried on Louboutin’s, and since they cost more than a month’s rent, I guess I assumed that when I put them on my foot would start singing and I would feel as if I was wearing magic comfortable uggs-slash-slippers. JUST SO YOU KNOW… the cost of the shoes is *definitely* not related to comfort. It felt like I put my foot into an uncomfortable cone of razors.
And, like, seriously – don’t they look exactly the same as a pair of fucking pink shoes from Aldo or Zara or something?? Like, WHAT THE F am I paying hundreds of dollars for? NOTHING. THAT’S WHAT.
The only other pair of shoes I tried were these studded Chloe ankle boots. I actually really liked them, but:
- Outside of my $500.00 price range;
- One size too big; and
- They are *slightly* crazy-person shoes. Like, if I were the waifish lead-singer of a cool British alt-metal band all hepped up on heroin and on tour in Japan, I could get away with them. Unfortunately I am a lardy Corporate shill. So no studded boots for me.
Anyways, fuck the shoe section. Off to clothing.
So this was the issue with the clothing section. I am a fat lardo right now and I didn’t want to buy something that fit because I plan on losing copious amounts of lard, and I didn’t want to buy something too small because I might not lose that lard, in which case I would be wasting my $500.00. Such a ridiculous rich fancy rich lady dilemma.
Tried on a few Helmut Lang blazers… meeeeeeeh.
And then this shirt that I thought would look cool and edgy but actually just looked like a shitty futuristic space-uniform:
Anyways. Of course. I left with my new love:
Have only worn it about twice because I’m petrified that it might start raining or a baby might throw up on it or something. Still. She is beautiful.
And so ends my one, brief, shining moment as a rich person. Sigh.