It's been a few years now that I've been obsessing over the Balenciaga City. Dropping by the brand's corners to look, touch, try it on. Browsing online suppliers and admiring the proud owners of the bag all over the world.
Finally, the plan was settled and put in motion: save a little every month and by the end of the year, my Christmas gift would be the Balenciaga City at last.
I achieved the first part of the project.
Last week, I went to the Balenciaga corner of the Printemps department store with my mind set on the purchase.
I asked for the bag, again trying it on but nothing happened. No spark, no excitation nor anticipation to own it. Instead, the hint of doubt rapidely spread and the psychological block settled in.
I couldn't see myself buying it. No way to let go of that much money on a bag, be it even the one I dreamed of for months!
And in that precise moment, I realized the block had always prevented me to buy any fashion items above the 600 digits.
I almost laughed out loud when I had that revelation and all the tension broke off.
I handed the bag back to the over-sollicited sales assistants and made my way out.
I don't know why and how I set my mind to this 600 number. It could have been less or more, but that was my limit. The Balenciaga Day was 650 at the time I got it, the APC coat, my biggest splurge ever, around 690.
Though I was consciously or not, willing to overlook it, when the final step was upon me, my body and mind triggered all kinds of alarms to prevent to conclude the transaction.
Being so close to owning the bag I dreamed of for a long time and letting it go didn't leave me frustrated .
I knew I had the means and could have bought it but I decided not to.and gave up on that "dream bag" obsession.
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