Hi, my name is Clarissa and I’m addicted to handbags.
Ok, that might be a little extreme. But I have to say, my appreciation for handbags isn’t something I talk about often. If I’m being honest, sometimes I even get a little uncomfortable, depending on who I’m with.
It’s not that I’m embarrassed, per se. It’s just something I don’t voluntarily bring up, unless I’m in the company of close friends, family, or someone who wholeheartedly understands the excitement of saving and purchasing a brand-new bag. Ugh, it really is the best feeling… I digress.
I know I can’t be the only one who often finds themselves justifying purchases to those who don’t understand. You spent *what* on a piece leather? Um, yes I did. And I’m tired of explaining why. I’m also tired of proving to others that I am in fact financially responsible. Just because I choose to spend my “fun” money on a bag versus an expensive vacation or a fine wine does not make me any more or less reckless than the next person. I always pay my bills on time, I have a savings plan, and I even contribute to a retirement account. So the better question is, why can’t I splurge on a handbag here and there?
[sc_ic_ad1]I understand there’s an undeniable connotation attached to designer goods, especially handbags. Many people consider them flashy and in-your-face – and trust me, I get it. But in reality (or at least my reality), my love for bags has absolutely nothing to do with that.
I know most people might think I’m ridiculous for spending a substantial amount on them, but for me, similar to maybe how you feel, bags mean something more. They represent real accomplishments and provide a sense of comfort I can’t exactly explain. There is something unbelievably powerful about lusting over a bag, saving for it, and walking into a boutique ready to purchase it all on my own.
I guess I wonder why my love for bags is more heavily criticized than other hobbies, like golf or bar-hopping. (Listen, an afternoon of drinking can and probably will set you back a couple hundred dollars. Do that enough times and you’ll have enough for a Louis Vuitton.)
Seeing as we’re all on the same team here, do any of you feel as if you’re “judged” or “criticized” by friends and family for spending on designer goods? Do you ever hide or attempt to downplay your purchases from people? How do you deal with it?
At the end of the day, I’m completely confident with my love for bags. I truly embrace it. I guess I’m just tired of some of the “baggage” that comes along with every new bag purchase. All I can say is – lecture me all you want, it won’t stop me from saving for my next Fendi. #SorryNotSorry
