On my defense, I haven’t been shopping for months now so it just happened out of pent up hunger. And yes, like a million other women out there I love SHOPPING – be it window shopping or road-side shopping or luxury buying or simply checking out what’s new in stores. I love all of it.
Cut back to the ‘occasion’ he was referring to. I had a few friends visiting over the weekend and I really wanted to shape up the house and a little bit of my wardrobe ahead of the weekend. We haven’t really added big chunks of furniture in our Mumbai flat as it is a rented out space and we (both of us) didn’t feel like spending money on it. But with friends visiting, I thought it would be nice to add a few basics to the room, like cushions, some candles and a rosewood side-table perhaps. Along with the house, I also wanted to upgrade a bit of my wardrobe too and throw in some new summer accessories.
In the end, I bought a couple of red & orange cushions, aromatic candles, some indulgent make-up things from Bobbi Brown store, a nice pair of Armani sunglasses (it’s summers you see) and 2 bottles of Rose wine (to help me in cooling off the angry & buzzing hubby). But the ruckus that my husband stirred was as if I had emptied my bank account.
My passion for shopping began quite late actually. I was a 20-something gal, into my first job even as I studied for my graduation in computers, when I first headed out to buy something ‘nice’ to wear for an official get-together. It was one simple and smooth process for me.
I marched to a luxury boutique at Pune’s MG Road (I studied in Pune), my pockets bulging with cash, and pacing back and forth in front of an array of shop windows for a “very long time” before plunging inside one of them. For a simple black Chanel dress, I counted out a stack of notes worth Rs 6999. And after this extravagant purchase, for months after I hardly dared use the dress for fear I’d wear it out.
Eventually, I got around to shopping with a sense of cool authority that I am secretly proud of. I zero down on the product I need to buy and swoop it up from the store (provided they have the right size, shape, colour and style) as quickly as it can be done.
Now, I can only imagine how fast my husband’s hair would turn a shade grey if I go on a luxury shopping spree in these times. When my monthly shopping spree can make my hubby give me his best condescending look (Mind you, I spend my money, not his nor his credit cards), I can only laugh at the sight he would be if he ever comes to know that I blew off Rs 8000 a month back on a Tommy Hilfiger handbag and belt. It was on ‘sale’, you see.
I am not strictly a spendaholic. For instance, last weekend, I wanted to check out a new high-end restaurant in Mumbai’s suburbs but he wanted to stick it out at a less expensive, clubbier spot. We ended up taking a McDonald’s meal home! I didn’t give a black eye to my hubby over McDo’s meal.
But sometimes a little indulgence (on the sly) is okay. Isn’t it?