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This is what my husband calls me, and I have always adamantly denied it.
But I wonder, am I?? Let me explain. I love nice things, but don’t always have the excess cash to purchase the nice things I like. If and when I do have money that I feel I can spend, guilt free, I like to buy something that I wouldn’t normally buy. For example, I adore expensive shoes/bags/bath oils/cosmetics/candles etc. My husband thinks I am deranged that I am happy to spend £40 plus on a bath oil that will basically, go down the plug hole! He argues that I will buy anything that is wrapped up nicely, (I am a sucker for nice wrapping), put into a nice bag, (yep, love a pretty bag) and the creme-de-la-creme, have a bow on it, (ok, you’ve got me, I do love a bow). That does make me sound a little bit like a salesmans dream, I will admit.
But for me, it’s an experience that I am buying, not just the item. I love the whole thing from start to finish. I wake up excited on the day that I am off to buy whatever it is, and will even pick out my clothes carefully for the occasion (ok I admit, the clothes picking thing does sound a little deranged, but you surely cant go into Mulberry to buy a bag looking like a tatty, scruffy crazy lady).
The experience lasts all day for me! For Christmas, my in-laws kindly gave me some money to spend. I sat in my lounge the day after boxing day, with a new note-book opened just for the occasion, (bit weird?) and wrote down all that I had been coveting throughout the year. On this particular occasion, I decided that my first buy would be a Jo Malone bath oil. Iv never owned a Jo Malone bath oil.
(I began a love affair with Jo Malone products in my 40th year, stemming from a bucket list of things to do now I was 40, but more about that another time) The whole experience in a Jo Malone shop, I think, is indulgent gorgeous-ness. As soon as you walk through the door you are hit with a waft of scent. The lovely staff, always beautiful and glossy haired, have their black Jo Malone aprons on and a ready smile. I ask them where the bath oils are, and they insist I take a seat. They will bring the oils to me. More than that, they will put some oil into little individual cups of water (Jo Malone cups of course) so that I can enjoy the “scensory journey” and pick the perfect scent for me. How lovely! With my decision made, they then take my chosen oil, and but it into a beautiful gift box. My glossy haired assistant perfectly ties a little black ribbon around the box, and places it into a gift bag. It dosent end there, the assistant then gathers up some shiny black tissue paper, and wafts (yes, wafts) it with a fragrance “that I can enjoy when I open the bag”.
I leave, full of smiles, and proudly clutching my little bag, with my beautiful oil in it. I am a happy lady. My husband is just looking at me, slowly shaking his head, my actions having just cemented to him, that I am indeed a salesmans dream.
I think I just enjoy the whole experience, is there anyone else like me? Do I sound like a salesmans dream? Does anyone else find buying something you have longed for, an experience?