a savvy consumer and a critical thinker. I’m smart with money (almost to the point of being cheap and stupid — walking to and from work and school every day this past winter might not have been the best idea when it was -40 degrees, especially since the subway only costs $3…). I don’t really care about brand names too much. I think I’m more so concerned with the actual quality of the product rather than who made it, ya know? I’d like an iPhone (who WOULDN’T) but given the fact that one tiny piece of technology costs more than my rent, I think I’m pretty satisfied with my junky little phone (whose touchscreen is an asshole because it refuses to respond to my fingertips all the time nowadays).
HOWEVER there are some brands that really get to me and I just want their product for no other real reason other than wanting one, like Herschel bags and laptop sleeves.
I don’t know what it is about Herschel bags and laptop sleeves that make me drool, but they do. I just think they’re dank as fuck and look really neat and professional but still hip and cool at the same time (“hip”??? ”cool”??? am I ninety? who says these words???) and I JUST WANT ONE.
However, back to the cheapness. Not really willing to dish out $90 on a backpack; not really willing to dish out $50 on a laptop sleeve.
WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY MOST RECENT MIRACLE EXPERIENCE.
I was biking to No Frills yesterday and passed a sign advertising a Herschel sample sale. I’ve never been to a sample sale, but I’ve always pictured them all like this:
But I went anyway and you guys, it was like Christmas in September. I biked after work and it was hot as the fucking desert and I got a little lost biking long Davenport (WHO KNEW THERE WERE MOUNTAINS IN TORONTO) and so when I arrived I was sweaty and expecting a mob. But! Instead! There were SO MANY BACKPACKS and wallets and sleeves and messenger bags and duffel bags and people were all being polite and making room for each other and everything was so cheap and the employees were really helpful (“Which pattern is better — this one or this one?” ”The one on the left, for sure.”) and I BOUGHT MYSELF SO MANY THINGZ, one of them being this dope, beautiful, sleek-as-fuck bag:
This one shopping trip cost me the equivalent of two weeks’ worth of tips, but, fuck, that’s what tips are for, man. Treats like this. (Also, I should clarify that I’m a barista, not a bartender, so don’t worry, I didn’t clean out the store.)
Anyway, I bought a backpack and two laptop sleeves. And I know they’re just a backpack and laptop sleeves. I know that I’m acting like they were selling Canada Goose jackets for $50 a pop, but it just felt really nice to treat myself to something I’ve wanted but held off from for a long time. Hooray for sample sales! Hooray for being a savvy shopper! Not-so-much hooray for being consumeristic and wanting something just for the label, but you know what, I’m 22 and I am so cheap that I re-use my aluminum foil and I walk in -40 degree weather and I water down my almond milk so it lasts longer, so, hey, I am allowed to drool after a label every once in a while.
THAT’S ALL. That’s the story of the sample sale and my bag and laptop sleeves and how they made me the happiest lil lady today.