Struggling with Buyer’s Remorse?

I went shopping yesterday. I ripped my pants SpongeBob style and needed a pair of new jeans so I braves the Times Square madness to hit up Forever 21. I found my $10 go-to jeans in about 3.2 seconds, but continued to look around the store. I found this pair of shorts I’ve been lusting after online for weeks (damn you online shopping!) and thought I’d hit the jackpot.

I didn’t bother trying on my jeans because their the same jeans I always buy that slowly fade from dark wash to overly-loved. They’re a total ten. For $10. A win all around.

And I didn’t bother trying on the shorts because the lines for the dressing room were longer than the checkout lines (Why do tourists insist on shopping at Forever, of all places?). Big mistake.

I also hit up Victoria’s Secret, but left empty handed, and Zara, my new obsession. When I got home and tried on the shorts, they were–how do you say–unflattering? Terrible? Disgusting? Fat? Needless to say, I will be returning them, unfortunately only for store credit. They were a two. Mayybe.

It was funny… when I was buying my jeans, I felt so good. I was on a buyers high, so when I saw the shorts, the ten mentally slipped a little bit. And it ruined my night. I couldn’t even enjoy my time at Zara, where I found these perfect black pumps that were super comfortable, my size and on sale. I passed them up.

The post-buy high and subsequent crash were partly due to the fact that this is the first time I’ve bought myself any clothes in the city. But to see that hard-saved cash wasted is a punch to the throat. Oof. Here’s hoping my lesson is learned.

The upside, of course, is that my jeans look fabulous, not fat.

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Hi, I'm Marian.
By day, I'm a PR maven with a nerdy affinity for research and branding. By night, I'm an explorer; I delve into books, food, design, and the murky waters of my own psyche, then share my musings here.





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