the $20 marciano shoes in which I restrained myself at a vintage shop
For weeks, even months now, I've been girl crushing hard on some bloggers that took me a lifetime to find. Honestly, it truly has. As an editor and technology slut of a consumer, I've been blogging since the birth of the word blog, and even when you could count them on one hand, the chore of digging through the aerated foam to get to the creme de la creme was literally needle hunting. Now the haystack is more like the Amazon, but luckily the cream still rises to the top and I count myself fortunate to have discovered one such rising star, Jess, who has taught me more than any overpriced collegiate program ever could when it comes to how the noggin ticks.
You find yourself nodding ferociously while reading her blog, because like most things in life, she speaks the common sense that is right in front of us which we chose to push aside. Yet, when I came across her post a while ago about restraint bias and our inability to stop shopping (for heaven's sake already!) I felt a surge of insurmountable pride and irritability and knew I had to test myself on this concept. Is it really possible that I, a grown woman whose seen all the fashion industry's tricks and propaganda, would be incapable of controlling myself on a window shopping escapade? Why I never!
All relevant words, and surely all descriptors of you and me at some point in the last year (cough: month...week? geez lady!).
You should take a ganter at that there post, because Jess brings up some valid points, the least of which takes a stab at the dozens of times us women will inconveniently place ourselves right infront of a very convenient piece of clothing we don't actually need, and all because we were arrogant enough to believe we wouldn't fall for the marketing, the bargain bin, the paid off blogger, the sales clerk, or for no reason at all, we just scoop it up because we can. And I wholeweartedly agree that the ratio of this happening is unsurprisingly not in our favor. Even with that said, I still had the nerve to walk my tush into the epitamy of good taste in the form of a vintage consignment shop, thinking that my memorized shopping list of just one item wouldn't exceed, well, one item. And guess what? It didn't! Want to know the secret sauce for such an accomplishment (I say accomplishment because I had a wad of dough burning a whole in my pocket like a kid on Christmas with a trail of Hallmark money card dust behind him) that is easily reproducible?
How-To Avoid Restraint Bias Like The Plague
bring your boyfriend, husband, or significant other (<--- that did not say sister, loud mouth cousin, or cheerleading friend who will encourage you worse than the sales clerk itching for commission)
bring a capped source of currency, like um, a $50 bill (this means no credit cards, debit cards, blank checks, or prepared speeches for bartering)
accept the predictable, pesty, superficial help from the sales clerk as soon as you walk in (by answering that cliche question of "looking for anything special today?" with "yes, in fact I need..." instead of the "no just browsing," you put forth an affirmation-like proclamation that you are a woman on a mission and have no time, closet space, or credit line for unnecessary crap)
That's all there is to it, for me anyhow. I know this because it worked like a charm when I sashayed into that aforementioned vintage shop, wallet loaded, eyes darting, and the breath of my impatient boyfriend on my neck. I started with the shoe section, found some shoes, and like a magnet, gravitated toward the sale bags and gorgeous blazers, but remembered that any additional purchases meant no ice cream later since I brought cash, not credit. And NO ONE takes away my ice cream. Not even me.
What about you, how do you shut down impulsive shopping and show restraint?