I am a sad victim of this consumer's plague, and am here to publish my tale of this phenomenon...
A particular case stands out the most to me, it happened almost 2 years ago... It was July 6th, 2011 and I was at Holt Renfrew. They were having their semi annual transition of season's sale, all of their Spring/Summer 2011 stock was priced to move and the crowds were there to make that happen. I was browsing through the woman's handbags, (because men's bags don't have character like woman's bags do). And hidden under a pile of less then impressive handbags was a striped Prada Tote, the exact one carried on the runway by Daiane Conterato. It was lightly scratched up, but beautiful as ever. I had a slight heart attack at that moment and began obsessively admiring it slung over my shoulder. The bag was a statement and half off, and I was infatuated by its bold grey on black stripes. It was beautiful, but I began having doubts. Should I really be buying a designer bag when there are so many other things I could buy, is the bag going to look dated quickly, its all canvas so is it worth the $750 price tag? I was at a cross roads with a devil and angel screaming demands from my shoulders. I listened to the angel insisting I put the money to other uses, I put the bag down and walked away. It was like ripping off a Prada bandaid and it bled like Mama Miuccia would never believe.
Above is the aforementioned, beautiful isn't she? I literally think about her all the time and am hoping she will pop up on ebay one of these days.
However I can't dwell on the past (or Prada for that matter). Because I am confident that my girl Miuccia will concoct something equally as desirable and when that time comes, I will have learned from my past mistakes and take it home.
Well I hope that story wasn't too depressing, I'm coping with the loss and a Prozac 4 times a day everyday seems to do the trick (kidding).
Until next time,