About a month ago I took the plunge and bought an especially-long-jonesed-for Jones of the Week.
I bought the Orla Kiely mini check stem shoulder bag. I’d been wanting some version of an Orla Kiely bag for going on about three years now. It was time. I bought myself a little back-to-school present of sorts (the best part being, I don’t actually have to go to school).
I admit, I was nervous I would experience buyer’s remorse, brought on by reduced purchasing power and high opportunity costs (yes, I took Psychology 101 in college, and believe I failed the final because I was off by one row when I filled in the Scantron bubbles with my number 2 pencil. It’s a memory I try to repress.)
It was certainly possible I would not feel satisfied; that even I, the most intellectual of clothes-horses, would not be able to resist the all-too-human tug of disappointment brought on by finally getting something you really, really want.
Well, I’m happy to report: no buyer’s remorse here. Every time I pick up my Orla Kiely lovely in the morning, I feel a little thrill. No morning after regret. I’m in love.
An update, in case you were wondering. Now, as you were.