I think Pinterest is an enabler.
Once I’ve pinned an item to my board I figure if I find it on sale I’m totally within my rights to buy it. In fact, I have a bit of an obligation to buy it because I’ve pinned it.
My Pinterest board is my dream board. We’re all about making our dreams come true right?
Damn your brilliant marketing strategy Pinterest!
Have I justified my purchase enough?
My thrifter’s guilt is coming in full force.
“Just ignore it!” my mini Suzanne with the devil horns and pitchfork tells me.
“That cheapo thrifter “environmentally concerned” miser-Suzanne is a loser! You don’t want to be a loser do you?”
Needless to say Thrifter Suzanne was cowering in a dark corner of the change room that day muttering something about ethical standards and moral responsibility.
The sheen from the sequins was so vibrant it blocked her out.
And if that wasn’t enough my SIL told me I had to buy it.
“Really at that price, she exclaimed, It would be a crime not to!”
It was two against one.
I surround myself with enablers.
Being a style blogger in itself is an enabler heavy zone.
We all like to “encourage” each other to buy. We live vicariously through other’s purchases.
This is how excited I was when I found this sequinned top on sale at Anthropologie.
It made me break out in my best Elvis imitation while dancing and waving my arms like a bird.
This is the kind of stuff that style bloggers get excited about…
Elvis and flapping our arms like birds, wearing sequins during the day.
Here I am “praising” the joys of sequins during the day.
It is also possible I am praising cookies. It was getting close to snack time.
It even made me get into a bit of a Flamenco mood.
That is a risk you take when wearing sequins during the day, you may have sudden overwhelming urges to dance Vegas showgirl style for an audience of one snoring pug. Be prepared to let loose.
This top was meant to be worn for New Year’s Eve but…
Full disclosure…I was in my fleece PJs before 8 pm while we watched movies and ate popcorn. Not exactly blog worthy but very life/relationship worthy.
We can’t all be going out to fancy soirées and hanging out with A-list celebrities.
Most of the time I’m just going to thrift stores and hanging out with my pug.
Here I was telling Zoë one of her favourite stories.
It’s the one about Annabelle the Pug taking a walk to visit Grandma Pug.
Along the way Annabelle encounters pug eating dragons, a super skinny albino pug that keeps asking about a ring and whispering, “My precious!” and five little piggy pugs screaming wee wee wee all the way home. Needless to say the story ends at Zoë’s favourite part where all pugs get to eat and eat until they fall into food comas. At which point Zoë told me to stop making things up because it’s a well known fact that pugs can’t fall into food comas or even explode from eating too much. Zoë pointed out that her cousin ate a week’s worth of food in less than an hour and was just fine, although she did say her furry pants were a bit tight after that.
Wear sequins during the day. Why the Hell not?
Do not however eat a full week’s worth of food in an hour. Our pants don’t stretch as well as furry pug pants.
Do you find your Pinterest is a consumption enabler?