I decided today I deserved a little splurging. Being surrounded by thousands of dollars worth of bags daily at work is bound to have that effect. I survived 3 weeks, don’t I get a gold star or something? Luckily, I had enough self control to resist the Coach store, although I was tempted. I keep debating buying our ridiculously cheap leather gloves..
But each time I go into work I get distracted by something bigger and better. I was never a coach obsessor, although I own some bags. I adore the multi purpose tote as of recent (fancy wording for a diaper bag, judge me.) as well as EVERYTHING legacy.
It’s never going out of style. It’s like chocolate, the deep brown sweet bag just sucks you in.. You feel guilty, but like heaven at the same time.
At least the guilt is the result of the price tag instead of calorie count.
I didn’t cave though! I left the store after my mini shift, and wandered the mall.
The douche Michael Kors associate pointed out the fact I was eye balling the Hamiltons in my obvious Coach uniform and killed my vibe.
I’m now not purchasing that bag due to hipster wanna be. He probably could have really used the commission to buy a real outfit too </3 shame.
Did I mention customer service is a h-you-geeeee deal to me? It is. I dunno if it’s because I worked/work retail, or if I just have exceedingly high standards for anything I spend my hard earned money on (even my tax money, which is why I hate that people live off the system.. but that’s another story).
Like LOFT? I typically adore! But the service was off today, and guess who had a coupon and still walked out empty handed? All this gushing about missed purchases probably leads you to believe I left the mall bag-less, but not a change.
Don’t worry, it’s still Allison blogging after all.
I’m not sure if it was the anger from the lack of service or just a rebel moment, but I felt the need to buy a graphic tunic from Love Culture. The brand is essentially a Forever 21 wanna be, but hoochie-er. If you hunt, they do have cute stuff.
The shirt said “Look like a girl, act like a lady, think like a man, work like a boss.”
Not to preppy, agreed. But do you know how hot I’m going to look at aerobics tomorrow? The back of the top is cut out, perfect to high light my bright blue sports bra.. matched with crop leggings and sneaks I think its possible I just made exercise attire cute. *gasp*
I also bought brown leather-wanna-be flats for work (shhh, don’t tell my boss they’re fake..) and a matching braided belt. My feet were about to give out, or demand a pedicure, so I took the more cost effective approach and also made an appearance at Aldo where I picked up some machine washable foamy shoe inserts.
Aldo had the CUTEST loafers.
That suede would fall victim to harsh New York winters though. I did not want to see them suffer in the salt, I couldn’t buy them.
I did buy another shirt from Rue 21, lace with a pearl and rhinestone studded collar. These cheap stores aren’t my usual, but I was feeling thrifty and when you did I feel like a learned eye can find a diamond in the rough.
So, that’s how I spent my Super Bowl Sunday. Raven who? 49% off what?
PS: The commercials I saw weren’t all that great either.