I stopped in at my fave consignment boutique the other day and picked up a superb burgundy long leather coat (my winter coat for work), and two really outstanding pairs of heels – a pieced suede number in fuscia, plum and red, and black ankle strap heels with haircalf toes. Yum. All for $80.
The reason, in part, that I work is multifaceted. First, I love my work; helping clients really makes my day. Second, I like wearing nice things. And shopping for them. Third, I have to think about retirement (we save like crazy) and for the baby’s college.
So that’s why I don’t mind making 100% of my shopping be discount, secondhand or sewn. It just makes sense for me.
As I packed up the coats I didn’t like (the old black pilled one that was never warm and showed dog hair), I realized even the gray one was shabby and not in a chic way. As I stood, with my colleagues from neighboring PR firm, I realized how I felt shabby, and that was not good. So I promptly went out and got these new chic pieces and stepped up my game.
After the first of the year, I have to go back for a new pant suit in my new size.