my dirty little pleasure
Confession–I LOVE going out, seeking, and ultimately finding something I crave, and then taking it home with me.
No, I’m not talking about trolling for men. I’m talking SHOPPING, my naughty pleasure.
Here is my theory and forgive me if I offend, but I think that any fool with the cash can pay retail. But, it takes true skill, restraint and dedication to find a real steal–that certain something so fabulous you just have to have it but at a fraction of the original cost. Sometimes it’s something you didn’t even know you wanted, love at first sight if you will. Sometimes it’s something you stalk for months, planning and waiting for the perfect moment to snatch it up.
Throughout history, men may have been the hunters and women the gatherers, but shopping, and doing it right, is a bit of both. Hunting down those bargains, scooping them up and running home with them in triumph. I know when I wear my $1000 coat, which has literally stopped traffic as a woman rolled down her window to tell me how great it was, the one I got for a mere $200, I feel empowered. And I know my buttery Coach leather gloves lined in the softest cashmere, lovely as they are, wouldn’t make me half as happy if I’d paid the full $100 rather than the $10 I got them for.
Maybe it’s just me but shopping and scoring great buys is sexy. Perhaps there are endorphins or dopamine involved. I’m sure there are studies about it somewhere but I’m a shopper, not a researcher. Anyway, that is my dirty little not -so-secret pleasure. Now I am off to go get my shopping bag out of the car. There is a great sweater in there that I got for steal!
Cat