|My misguided fantasy of boho chic. |
What was I thinking?
One of my regular blog reads for inspiration is Gretchen Rubin’s “The Happiness Project”. The other day I read her post “Beware the Snare of the Linen Cocktail Napkin”. She tells the story of being tempted to buy a set of linen cocktail napkins on sale and writes, “I wished that I had a place in my life for elegant cocktail napkins – but owning the napkins wouldn’t make me any different. I’d still be the same old Gretchen. Even apart from the expense, they’d just clutter up my apartment, and make me feel guilty, too.”
When I read these words the first thought that came to my mind was “brown suede London Sole boots.” I hadn’t thought about those boots in a long time because a year ago I tucked them into a flannel bag and shoved them to the back of my shoe shelf. Gretchen didn’t get caught in the snare, but I did.
Seduced by the cache of the London Sole label, by the sale price and by the bright pink lining, I parted with $60 for a pair of boots that I’ve never worn, making them the most expensive boots I own. My Versace, Jimmy Choo and Lambertson Truex boots were all in the three figure range when I bought them, but I’ve worn each of them probably a hundred or more times, giving them a low CPW (cost per wear).
|Not my look and that's okay. Boho Chic from Stylehive|
What was I thinking when I bought these boots? I had fantasies of me being someone else. Someone who would sweep into a party as a vision of Boho Chic or stride all cool and hip down the sidewalk. But try as I might, these boots are not me and I am not these boots. To assuage my guilt and decrease my closet clutter I'm bringing them to my favorite consignment shop to cut my losses.
Anyone else with similar experiences? I'd love to hear them.