Saturday, June 12, 2010
Confessions of a (former?) shopaholic
When I was a newspaper reporter living at home two years ago, I didn't have to pay for anything. No rent. No car insurance. No bills. My goal was to save up my entire paycheck to buy a new car.
Unfortunately, I am a shopaholic. I know it sounds cute, but I truly think that this is a legitimate disorder. In the course of one year I spent every single penny of my paycheck. I literally spent thousands of dollars on clothes, jewelry, handbags, shoes, and food.
Now that I am unemployed and living on my own, I regret most of my decisions. My car is tick-tocking away and I have absolutely no money to buy a new one. I have no money for anything.
I screwed myself.
This post is dedicated to some of the purchases I regret making.
The brown and gold St. John suit I only wore once.
The Ralph Lauren sandals that hurt my feet.
The $200 dinner at the Argentinian restaurant I despised.
The pink Kate Spade sandals I only wore once but then they broke.
My blue and orange Kate Spade sandals I only wore twice but then they broke.
The $500 guitar I didn't need and never played.
The Etro shirts that no longer fit me.
The Pringle of Scotland jacket that no longer fits me.
The $100 dinners I spent at random restaurants.
Dresses. Dozens and dozens of dresses. No longer fit.
The Nintendo DS I only played twice before getting bored.
The Betsey Johnson handbags I haven't even used yet.
One word: wine.
And those are just a handful of my regrets. This blog isn't big enough to list them all.
I fervently wish I could go back in time and take back all those purchases.
I need a car. I need a new laptop. I need rent money.
And now I don't have anything.
But I don't want to end this blog post on a sad note.
There are a few extravagant purchases I wouldn't exchange for anything in the world.
The Jimmy Choo heels and sandals I got on sale.
The Prada skirt that matches perfectly with my crimson cashmere sweater.
The Betsey Johnson sun dresses (buy one, get one free).
The Louis Vuitton bag I use every day.
The $100 dinners at the French and Italian restaurants I adored.
The Morrissey concert tickets.
The Chanel perfumes lining my vanity.
One word: champagne.
So my life isn't a total regret fest. Just a partial one...
I guess my only words of advice are no matter how much money you are making, don't forget to save. You never know when you'll need the money.
Some purchases just aren't worth it.
I'm going to go cry now.