Vogue v. Dinner

“When I first moved to New York and was totally broke, sometimes I would buy Vogue instead of dinner. I felt it fed me more.”

–Carrie Bradshaw


Every once in a while, one must throw caution to the wind, and buy the thing that sings to your heart. My heart was recently serenaded on a trip to Toronto, when I happened upon a silk scarf printed with the design of the Toronto subway.

The day before we left to return home, while touring the distillery district, I unearthed this urban beauty in a display of butterfly-encrusted things (so popular at that moment) and felt my heart immediately flutter. But a map of the city’s subway rendered in silk? Where am I going to wear that? I felt I couldn’t justify the expense for something I suspected I’d rarely wear (my big-ticket items are usually forced to work overtime for their space in my tiny closet). And anyway, we were late to dinner (oh, the restaurants!), so I left it to hang amongst the winged creatures.

I immediately recognized that this was the wrong decision as we sped off and all I wanted to do was turn around and snatch up the scarf. But by that time, we were in danger of losing our reservations and couldn’t turn back. By the end of the evening, I knew–I needed that silken map even if I never got to wear it. Luckily, I have the best Love ever, who arranged for bike shares the next morning before our plane left so that I could be reunited with my special treasure.

As I should have expected, I’ve already pulled the scarf out for museum trips, nights out with friends, and beach excursions, and each wearing has brought me immense enjoyment. I anticipate my cartological treasure will experience even heavier rotation in my wardrobe this fall, which is why I advise you to spring for that item that speaks to your soul, even if it sometimes means eating mac and cheese for a week.

What’s the most “illogical” treasure you’ve splurged on?


One thought on “Vogue v. Dinner

  1. I will date myself, but my first illogical splurge was from Lillie Rubin. I was shopping with a friend who was much more affluent than myself. I had never been in a store where you were served champagne while you were trying on clothes! In many ways I felt like I did not belong in the store (short, round and poor – didn’t know the first thing about fashion), but I hoped that I might find something to call my own from this remarkable store. I found a top on the clearance rack in the back and worked up my nerve to try it on. I slipped it on over my head and suddenly I was beautiful. I do not recall what I paid for it because price didn’t matter. In fact, just thinking about it makes me happy.

    Thanks for reminding me about my treasure top.

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