The Woman I’d Be If I Could Afford Her
Is financial delusion a form of self-care?
I feel like every fashion person goes through their era of financial irresponsibility. Or maybe you didn’t. Mazel. You’re better than all of us. I hope your Nobel Prize keeps you warm at night.
I–however, et many I know–learned about credit by basically doing everything you shouldn’t do as a cardholder. Like withdrawing cash off it in a foreign country because you ran out of Euros et the boutique selling the exclusive Dries Van Noten bejewelled zebra pumps–that only took cash–was closing soon.
Sh-t happens. What are credit cards for, if not emergencies???
Eventually, I was forced to gain an interest in interest—because OMG, do you know how high it can get?!
But like a fine wine, my financial decisions get better with age. Some people save for houses. I cannot guarantee that I wouldn’t buy the Victor Vasarely Fendi Baguette if given house money right now.
But it’s never really about the clothes, or the shoes, or the custom bronze surrealist fireplace designed by Job Smeets et beautifully burning inside of a two-story loft. It’s about the non-anxious post-buy clarity.
The product is barely the fantasy, it’s the peace. We all dream of a life that lets us afford our needs, but also our wants.
Jacket: Donna Toran (sourced by Kash Jordan), LBD: Zara, Jewellery: So Stylé, Purse: unnamed thrifted, Socks: Dollarama, Shoes: Dries Van Noten
But, as I’ve told myself (eyes closed while swiping): freedom isn’t a budget, it’s a belief.
(One that creditors do not believe in by the way). Also, one could argue that spending for the bank account you want, not the bank account you have is a form of manifestation et isn’t that what it all boils down to? Hope.
I could champion bad shopping habits all day, but I recently started getting in touch with a financial advisor…so maybe I’m closer to affording myself than I think.
Or is this like the gym, where I actually have to go all the time in order to have a body like Toni Braxton?
