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I’m sure lots of you have had "buyers regret". That’s when you see something very cool that speaks to you, "buy me buy me…I’ll change your life" and yet for some reason, or maybe because you have a moment of clarity you decide that you don’t need to buy the item and tell yourself it’s for the better…you saved yourself some money. You feel great for not giving into the mantra of "buy buy buy" and can say you are doing something to help discourage proliferation of over-consumption in society. You feel liberated, you’ve broken the cycle.
Several days or even weeks pass and you find yourself thinking about that item you left behind. The one you decided you didn’t need. The one that said to you, I’ll make you stand out, people will notice you and love you. It’s a nagging thought in your brain. If I’d have just bought it I’d have the darn thing. Who cares about a little extra money spent if it makes me happy?
This isn’t buyers remorse, it’s failure to buy remorse and this is a little story about mine.
It began about 6 weeks ago when I was in Beverly Hills after CHA. I had the opportunity to do a little shopping while there and found this fabulous store that we don’t have in Canada called Anthropologie. We literally shopped in that store on Beverly Avenue for about 2 hours. I didn’t want to leave.
While in the store I spotted a magnificent handbag, so detailed, truly stunning. It was a piece of artwork by Ipa-Nima. I looked at the price tag and thought "….yeesh". Too much to spend when I often don’t even carry a handbag. Despite its overt beauty I couldn’t justify buying it. I walked out of the store looking back over my shoulder at the bag that I would not have.
Back in Canada I found myself thinking about it. How could I have left such a beautiful unique piece of art behind? I had been foolish and misguided in my effort to stop commercialism. I would be doing everyone a favor by dressing smartly with a gorgeous purse on my shoulder. I had changed my mind. I was now on a mission to get that bag back. I went online….they didn’t have it. I phoned the Beverly Hills store. They had the bag! Now all I needed was for them to send it to me. Great…but they don’t ship outside of the US. I’d use a friend’s address in the US. Karen from ArtDeclassified was sympathetic to my cause as she also suffers from acute fashion fetish. She even offered to pick the bag up at any stores close to her. I called 4 different stores in Michigan …no one had the famed bag. I was back on the phone to Beverly Hills. They took my info and were shipping the bag to Karen. All was falling into place. I would be reunited with that bag yet.
Later that day Karen called…Anthropologie had a problem with my credit card and called her since they were confused as the number I had given them was to a "scrapbooking business". Now this is where the true fashionistas stand out from the fashion wannabes, the ones that will go the extra mile for the sake of art and fashion. Karen actually said, "no problem, put it through on my credit card." Hallelujah! An error on the part of the salesperson when taking the numbers over the phone is why I think the credit card didn’t go through.
A Love Story
While in Beverly Hills our eyes met and I fell in love. I desired you immediately, so exotic and beautiful. I was undecided and left you there alone. I regretted it. You belonged to me. I used an address of a friend in the US and had you shipped out to me weeks after we first met. Now you are here with me and I can hold you in my arms forever.