Archive | March, 2015

New boots + a buying ban

8 Mar

Entering Last Chance feels like being a contestant on Supermarket Sweep. I only vaguely remember watching this show as a child, but picture people loading up carts indiscriminately, elbowing for space around vats of scarves and racks of skirts. I decided to go because I was in Phoenix for work and wanted to leave the hotel after an exhausted day of acting like a well-adjusted human. I was so overwhelmed by the situation at Last Chance I almost turned around and left. But I decided to take a quick look at the shoes.

And there they were. A pair of Frye boots, just my size, stuffed onto the bottom shelf. Frye boots have kind of been my consumerist white whale. I’ve wanted a pair for years, tried to psych myself up to buy some as an investment piece, and always decided I just couldn’t justify the price tag. So when I found a pair of Melissas marked down 75%, I did it. I now own a pair of Frye boots. I have arrived.

I took them back to the hotel and tried them on, called my mom, texted a photo to my best friend, and then… that was it. My life was no different now that it included Frye boots. They fit well, looked good, would mesh with my wardrobe, etc. But they were just boots. And even though I’d paid $100 instead of $368, I couldn’t avoid the fact that I’d just spent a significant amount of money on something I didn’t strictly need.

So, on that note, I’ve instituted a 3-month buying ban. I don’t regret my Fryes (and I’ve already worn them quite a bit), but my bank account needs a break and I need a break. And what a way to go out, right? My last purchase was an exciting one, which won’t be topped for a while.

The rules of the ban are simple.┬áThe only purchases allowed are food and replacement toiletries. It’s been 3 weeks and so far it hasn’t been too bad. I almost broke the ban to buy this hat. Instead I pinned it and if I still want it in 3 months, maybe I’ll get it. I’ve found that most of the things I’d normally buy can be put on hold. And it’s amazing how often I just forget about things I plan to buy after the ban is over. Apparently I have the memory span of a gerbil.

I’ll let you know how it goes.