Y’all, I did something absolutely crazy and unlike myself this weekend. I bought a Gucci bag. And now I’m doing something very much like myself and writing a blog post about it, but not for the reasons that you would think.
Top: Super old, similar • White Jeans: Out of business boutique, similar
Bag: Gucci • Heels: Nordstrom (#Nsale!)
Earrings: Kendra Scott • Ring: David Yurman
Watch: Gucci, similar • Necklace: Rose Water Designs (c/o)
Whenever I buy something big, I plan my purchase. Post-grad life has made me very practical, and planning my purchases always gives me plenty of time to back out of my decision with one of my go to reasons. What if I end up needing this money for something else? Why do I deserve frivolous product XYZ when there are so many in the world with so much less than I have? Maybe I should just save this money to travel?
But this time was different. I had been scouring the NSale for a camel crossbody bag with no luck. I happened to see an Instagram photo of a blogger carrying what I would learn was a Gucci Soho Disco bag. I looked online and scoped out my bag at major retailers the day before I left for Nashville. Then I started scoping out my bag on sites like eBay, Tradesy, The Real Real, etc. In doing that, I realized that my bag had a really high inflation rate on resell, meaning I could sell my used bag for very close to what I paid for it. After going through the questions I ask myself before making any kind of large purchase and realizing it checked all of my boxes, I was sold.
I went to Nashville to visit Nicole for her birthday that weekend, tried on the bag at the Gucci counter in Nordstrom, examined it for like five minutes, and then handed it to the gentleman that worked there before I could back out of my decision. (By the way, if you’re looking to order a Gucci bag or anything from Gucci, I would love to give you his information! It was the most positive experience I’ve had making a high-end purchase, and he was a big part of it because he didn’t hover or try to upsell me.)
But I felt so guilty about my purchase that I literally told no one I bought it. I spent my entire four hour drive home from Nashville feeling guilty for doing something nice for myself and buying something that I had worked my butt off for. And that’s when I decided that I was done feeling guilty when I hadn’t done anything wrong. The takeaway from this post is that I hope you will be done feeling guilty for doing absolutely nothing wrong, as well.
I sometimes feel like being a woman in today’s society is like being in a pressure cooker. We’re expected to be so many things and do so many things, that we put ourselves last – our interests, our feelings, our wants and our needs – to the point that when we do something for ourselves, it scares us. We feel bad about it, we feel guilty about it, we second guess ourselves. So we don’t do nice things for ourselves, and we are left feeling overwhelmed, underwhelmed, or just ready to explode.
I hope that you will do at least one thing this week for you and you alone Take a yoga class, get your hair blown out, treat yourself to one of those overpriced green juices that make you so happy, crack into that rainy day fund, block time out of your calendar to lay in bed and watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s…. whatever makes you happy! And I hope that if that guilty feeling starts creeping in, you will remember that you deserve the absolute best, and you should never feel guilty for putting yourself first.
I want to know – What are you going to do over the course of this week to put yourself first?
Happy Thursday, y’all!