photo via Harper & Harley
It’s sale season on the internet. This is always a trying time, full of angst, open tabs, and reflection on my life and its overall purpose. I once wrote in my “About” section that I live[d] to shop. Terrible. It’s still thrilling to take part in the dance of add-to-cart-oooh-my-card-info-is-saved-place-order, so I’m not sure I’ve overcome my demons.
I’m pretty sure I haven’t actually.
I have, however, learned to quiet them and stay out of their way for the most part; only battling them once the urge REALLY strikes. Oddly enough [sarcasm], I feel those urges most during sale season on the internet. What is a click-happy, reformed binge spender to do???
While I don’t have any surefire answers, I can tell you that the best lines of defense are the following;
- budget for these moments (boring, but it works)
- have a plan or idea of what you generally
needwant (I keep a list on my phone)
- don’t settle for things that aren’t quite right even if they are on sale (this takes constant reminding. CONSTANT. REMINDING.)
- don’t make any high impact purchases of items you only learned about in the last week (more constant reminding)
- if you find a grail-level item on sale, buy it
That’s it. Five guidelines to keep the damage as minimal as possible and buyer’s remorse levels low. You could keep the damage to non-existent by closing the tabs and ignoring all of it, but where is the fun in that? Nowhere. That’s where.
Sales n Stuff:
Nordstrom Annual Sale (starts in July…but, you know…start looking now…for budgeting purposes)
Now, since I add an anecdote to nearly everything, I’ll tell you what led to this whole post to begin with. I was minding my own business, reading through my feed on Feedly (mistake #1) when I caught wind of the sale at Shopbop (which is sort of a perpetual thing, no?). Anyway, I went to check it out (mistake #2) when right on the first page were the Acne Star boots. If you’ve been around this blog long enough, you’ll recall my knack for finding seasons-past Acne at a generous discount. Anyway, I see the boots and freak out because they’re half off and within acceptable splurge range for the brand, quality and style. Twenty one seconds later (because I’ve gotten really quick at thinking through all of these things), I completed my order and am now awaiting their arrival with hopes that they don’t truly run one size smaller. If they are, back they go. Because we don’t settle even if things are on sale, right? Right.
ETA: Verdict? They don’t run small, they run narrow…but I seem to have had success stretching them a bit with a pair of thick socks. HUZZAH!