Violet Pants of Velvet
This weeked I was in Boston doing some Christmas shopping and attending my friend JoAnn’s housewarming party. Now, I’m not going to lie – Christmas shopping for me usually means I set out with the intent of purchasing gifts for everyone else, but because of the good sales end up only buying things for myself. Hey, I never claimed to be Jesus, no matter how many Christ-like poses I may strike.
Given my current financial situation, however, I actually went about half and half, and I managed to just about finish up my holiday shopping for the year. (I did much of it online a few days ago.) The one sacrificial item that I gave up was an amazing pair of violet-hued velvet pants by Giorgio Armani, hidden on a rack at Filene’s Basement. Originally $995, they were marked down to $199 – and I still managed to say no. I regret my good judgment immensely, but the American Express card just could not handle it. (Well, it could, but my ability to pay off the card at the end of next month would prove impossible.) So I forfeited the beautiful pants in exchange for some silly gifts for my brother and sister-in-law. See, I have grown up a bit, and it sucks.
I returned to the winter scene you see here, which is our backyard at dusk. Tomorrow, if I get around to it, I’ll explain the main reason why I was in Boston this weekend (and it wasn’t to fix the busted water heater – a lovely treat on a cold almost-winter’s night).
December 6th, 2009 at 8:08 pm
… to one degree or another, you will regret not buying those beautiful violet pants for the rest of your life. They were ARMANI !! and VIOLET for God’s sake !! .. ‘on sale’ always trumps ‘can’t afford.’ Did you try them on ? Did they make your ass look hot ? You need to get yourself to the nearest Barneys and get re-programmed.. before you fuck-up any more fashion finds.
December 6th, 2009 at 9:49 pm
You said everything I’ve already put myself through… but it was worth it for the laugh! I know, I may wish for them at the next event that begs for velvet pants, but for now my bank account is thankful for a rare lapse in decadence.