There is this part of me that understands the value in a $600 pair of shoes: they will make my outfits cooler, make my legs appear longer or, if they’re SERIOUS fashion shoes, probably a lot shorter. They’ll decorate a shelf rather nicely for the majority of our relationship, and they will stand as a reminder for a very specific time in my life when I lost my mind for long enough to drop that much money on sandals that will be shuffled around NYC’s dirty ass streets like very expensive (and possibly color-blocked) urban mops.
But then there is another part of me. The part that, rather than buy the item of clothing I’ve been coveting, will moan and cry and flop around and throw things and let the superficial love remain unrequited on whatever e-retailer or brick-and-mortar store is currently ruining my life. (My dad says that’s my maturity kicking in but I’m not so sure.)
To satiate that urge, however, of wanting to buy something beautiful — you know that feeling right? You have a little bit of money to play with and you want a treat, not something boring or practical. And it’s like a doughnut craving, it doesn’t go away until you finally just eat the stupid thing — I splurge on non-fashion: Coffee table books. Luxurious hand lotion. Exotic-bristled makeup brushes. Candles. (I love fancy candles so much that if I were a rapper I’d make it rain Cire Trudon wax, not dollar bills. It’s way more lux.) I love tea cups. Tea cup plates. Stationery. And friends. (Just kidding. I don’t buy my friends! Barneys stopped selling them a while ago.)
I once overcompensated for a bag I definitely could not own by purchasing a $100 bottle of grape seed oil that smelled like bottled divinity, and you know what? It kind of worked. Sometimes a girl just needs a self-gifted present wrapped in expensive paper imported from Morocco tied up with rare silk ribbons, you know?
Now what about you? What are your favorite non-fashion splurges?
— Amelia Diamond