I couldn't help it. I caved and failed! With all the stress I was feeling at work, I couldn't stop the urge to destress the way I used to and only way I knew how = shop! So few weeks ago my biggest weakness mocked me at Nordstrom Rack.
My sister came for a visit one Saturday because she needed to shop for new Fall outfits for work, so she went straight to the expert shopper for help. I consistently told her that I was out of practice and shouldn't be entering in the danger zone. So to avoid possible temptation, I took her to Nordstrom Rack instead of Downtown SF. It would be safer because in case I cave, I would feel less guilty buying something on sale than getting something full price at the department stores. When we got there, I bee-lined straight to my favorite spots: handbags, shoes, and accessories. After quick focused glances, I didn't find anything interesting or worth my while. Well, good. I thought I was safe. Then my sister appears to tell me that we came on a good day, because today the Rack was hosting a "secret" sale on handbags. Apparently, there were some goodies hidden in the back room and I need to get a number to gain access. Hmm...that really sparked my interest. It won't hurt to look right?
WRONG! After waiting almost 2 hours for my turn, I was determined to get something! I can't go empty handed! But I must not shop and must be good. I repeatedly reminded myself not to bother getting my hopes up high because I was number 33. I'm sure there wouldn't be anything really good left. Well, my number was finally called and I entered. Sure enough, there weren't that much left. UNTIL.....
I spotted quickly at the very end...hidden in the corner....what is that I see....is that, NO!!!! It can't be???? CHLOE! What are you doing here alone??? My haste quicken and my heartbeat raised! What! Is that really you??? So I grabbed, I touched, and I smelled. Sure enough it was trully her. So what I did next was the big deal breaker....I turned over the tag...
Next thing you know it, I'm at the register with my prize and shoppers remorse was eating me up! I couldn't, I shouldn't, but I had to! I couldn't turn down a designer handbag that was 75% off! Originally $1670 to a lovely $499! And it's still currently sold at some department stores! Need I say more! I couldn't pass that deal up.
So welcome to my closet, Chloe Heloise. (Chloes are beautiful, but you have to make sure you build some arm muscle to carry those bags! The heavy duty hardware really adds weight!) But Chloes are one-of-a kind and a work of art! But really, the best thing about Chloe was she gave me the therapy I needed. After ingesting the lovely smell of the authentic leather...it gave me the high I needed this month...stress, what stress????
You would be proud! I was. So I confessed to my husband and shown him my treasure. He was surprisingly ok with it. He saw all the tears and sleepless nights I had the last couple of weeks, and he understood. I knew he couldn't stand in the way of my only happiness. If Chloe can help me forget just once the misery I've been experiencing...then so be it.
Misery loves company and I'm glad Chloe joined my closet crew!
My sister came for a visit one Saturday because she needed to shop for new Fall outfits for work, so she went straight to the expert shopper for help. I consistently told her that I was out of practice and shouldn't be entering in the danger zone. So to avoid possible temptation, I took her to Nordstrom Rack instead of Downtown SF. It would be safer because in case I cave, I would feel less guilty buying something on sale than getting something full price at the department stores. When we got there, I bee-lined straight to my favorite spots: handbags, shoes, and accessories. After quick focused glances, I didn't find anything interesting or worth my while. Well, good. I thought I was safe. Then my sister appears to tell me that we came on a good day, because today the Rack was hosting a "secret" sale on handbags. Apparently, there were some goodies hidden in the back room and I need to get a number to gain access. Hmm...that really sparked my interest. It won't hurt to look right?
WRONG! After waiting almost 2 hours for my turn, I was determined to get something! I can't go empty handed! But I must not shop and must be good. I repeatedly reminded myself not to bother getting my hopes up high because I was number 33. I'm sure there wouldn't be anything really good left. Well, my number was finally called and I entered. Sure enough, there weren't that much left. UNTIL.....
I spotted quickly at the very end...hidden in the corner....what is that I see....is that, NO!!!! It can't be???? CHLOE! What are you doing here alone??? My haste quicken and my heartbeat raised! What! Is that really you??? So I grabbed, I touched, and I smelled. Sure enough it was trully her. So what I did next was the big deal breaker....I turned over the tag...
Next thing you know it, I'm at the register with my prize and shoppers remorse was eating me up! I couldn't, I shouldn't, but I had to! I couldn't turn down a designer handbag that was 75% off! Originally $1670 to a lovely $499! And it's still currently sold at some department stores! Need I say more! I couldn't pass that deal up.
So welcome to my closet, Chloe Heloise. (Chloes are beautiful, but you have to make sure you build some arm muscle to carry those bags! The heavy duty hardware really adds weight!) But Chloes are one-of-a kind and a work of art! But really, the best thing about Chloe was she gave me the therapy I needed. After ingesting the lovely smell of the authentic leather...it gave me the high I needed this month...stress, what stress????
You would be proud! I was. So I confessed to my husband and shown him my treasure. He was surprisingly ok with it. He saw all the tears and sleepless nights I had the last couple of weeks, and he understood. I knew he couldn't stand in the way of my only happiness. If Chloe can help me forget just once the misery I've been experiencing...then so be it.
Misery loves company and I'm glad Chloe joined my closet crew!
