I bought two pairs of shoes yesterday at DSW.
The total cost was $129.00.
They weren’t even a flirty little pair of heels.
No, folks, these were boring slip on loafers.
And I was freaking the fook out.
Paris Hilton probably spends that much on her way to buy shoes.
If I suddenly became rich I wonder if I’d ever lose my blue collar girl sensibility.
Would I still gasp/shriek at a $400.00 price tag on a T-shirt?
I have a hard enough time paying over $10.00 for one.
There is line from “Working Girl” that my sisters and I often quote.
It is from a scene where Melanie Griffith and her pal ( played brilliantly by Joan Cusack), are just a couple of girls from Staten Island, NY, playing dress up in the fairytale world of Melanie’s well-heeled bosses’ ( Sigourney Weaver) closet.
“$6,000 and it’s not even leath-ah (leather)”
We laugh because that is so us.
The utter insanity of $6,000.00 cocktail dress.
Why would you pay over $500 for something that wasn’t leather?
What an alien concept.
Even more alien would be actually attending an event that would require us to wear such a dress.
An event where money is no object.
The problem with us is that it is an object.
And we’d notice and mentally tally…everything.
That caviar, those Swarovski crystal centerpieces, The Grey Goose.
A hypothetical conversation, at a swelligant party, between my sister and I:
“Did you see those Jimmy Choo’s on that blonde over there?”
“Don’t stare!” ( and my sister would say that to me in that tight lipped ventriloquist way)
“Those are like $800”
“How do you know? There are no Jimmy Choo’s at Target!”
“I know from Sex and The City”
“So you haven’t seen them in real life.”
“No, but, probably I could have”
And I give her the you’re full of beans crazy eyes complete with pursed lips.
“How do you know they’re not knockoffs”
“These people don’t buy knockoffs, they can afford the real thing.”
“I wonder why when the knockoff is probably $600 less.”
“What? Why would they need to save?”
“Why wouldn’t they?”
And she’d shake me off in that “you just don’t get this” way…
See, our thought process is even blue collar.
If we saw the actual total of everything, we’d end up hyperventilating in a closet just like Melanie Griffith did in that scene from Working Girl.
It’s just a world we don’t know and can’t even begin to fathom.
A nice place to visit but really we couldn’t afford to live there.
We’ll gladly take the swag bag, though.
Peace – Rene 2009