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.