I had lusted for this Balenciaga bag for years. The most I had ever paid for a bag was $300 for a vintage Chanel quilted black number (I’m not going to talk about the Chanel red flap bag that whispers to me).
My friend talked me into it, though I talked myself into it just as much. The story really started in London in July, when I fell in love with a different Balenciaga bag in Harrod’s, and I didn’t buy it, even though my friend insisted that I should. I have thought about that bag every day between then and now. Well, that’s a little overstated. Not every day, but regularly enough that it is a big regret. It was a limited edition bag, not one that, I foolishly told myself, I could buy any time later. You can’t find it anywhere. Well, almost. But that’s part of the story.
Once I had my beautiful bag, I had no wallet! I mean, the bag I had before was about the size of a checkbook with compartments for money and credit cards built in. So I needed a wallet to go with it. Well, if you look in the picture, I did get a beautiful wallet from Chanel that really went with the bag. And it will work so nicely with my vintage Chanel bag.
Did you know Chanel had earrings? Well, I might have known that, but was ignoring that fact until I ran across these cute little danglies while I was in the Rue Cambon shop buying my wallet. Every girl should make sure to go into the chanel shop and get a bracelet or earrings or ring or something there. But they didn’t give me champagne this time when I shopped? Must have been the extreme cold.
I closed my eyes and put on blinkers when I walked by the J12 section of the Chanel shop. Have I mentioned how much I really love those white ceramic watches? I didn’t want to spend that much for a watch, but I did set out after I got home to find a nice ceramic white watch for some more reasonable price and
——————————– LOOK!!!! ——->>>>>>>
It didn’t cost upwards of 4,000, it was only $200, but I didn’t want a fake’ish Chanel, and it looked enough like an original design for me to be happy with it.
The shopping accidents were piling up at this point. Have I mentioned the pretty bone china that they serve espresso in in Paris? I drink espresso every morning, two cups, but it has to be the big espresso cup, the 4 ouncer. The smaller one just won’t work. But when I started looking for those cups, I was a little surprised at the price.
And I tripped over them and bought them anyway. The point to this story is not, hey, look what I bought! But how one thing just starts another, and it’s like once you open your wallet for something extravagant, a lot of other smaller extravagances start piling up, eventually dwarfing the cost of the original extravagance. Anyone else ever notice that?
This has happened a lot with perfume – here’s an area where I know all of you will start nodding. Once you break that $200 for a bottle barrier, you soon find you have four bottles that you paid over $200 a bottle for, or you wind up buying 10 $50 bottles of perfume at the discounter, thinking you’re being virtuous, but it’s still $500. Or, yes, you toddle off to buy a couple of samples, they don’t cost much, and soon you find yourself checking out with over $100 of samples in your cart.
Shopping accidents in the singular seem to lead to an epidemic. Mine seems to be abating (crossing fingers!). So what was your worst shopping accident? Perfume or otherwise.
And that Balenciaga bag that I took a pass on last July is around, at least one of them, and it is taking everything I’ve got not to pull the trigger. But if I don’t, will I regret it for the next year?
And! We haven’t dont a drawing for a while. Again, I was going to review the Martin Margiela, which I’m so loving right now, but my nose is still enough off with this cold, that I just can’t be sure of everything, so let’s give away some samples of it instead. How about three winners of a MM sample from the comments.