Went shopping on Melrose the other day. RED FLAG, right? If you cruise by this little section just by La Cienega Blvd., you might have seen me. I was in that store. You know. Marc Jacobs.
Now, I had been walking around, maybe for about 10 or 15 minutes, on this particular occasion, looking for a handbag to replace my very beaten (and slightly abused) one. You know. All in line with the "fresh start", and adding a new "spring to my step" mantra for the season. Anyway - couldn't find a single thing I liked. Everyone's picky, right?
Well - except for one thing. I came across a purse at Marc Jacobs. No price tags are visible hanging off of any of their bags - they are all lined up, high along the walls of rows upon rows of shelves. I zero in on one purse. I check with the salesperson in the store and find out that the bag is four hundred some bucks. I check on zappos and it's listed at $428 [Photo: www.zappos.com], so including tax the grand total would be $469.73. Nearly five honeys?! Something inside me cringes - stemming from either my middle-class upbringing or my hardworking professional life. I put the bag back on the shelf. Hmm...what could $500 buy me...? A refrigerator. A roundtrip plane ticket. A vacation. God knows I'd rather spend my hard-earned dough seeing the world rather than tote some designer duds in the same zip code.
But then again...if you have the means...?