I was so touched to see that people actually like reading my blog. In fact, I really was impressed that anybody at all would be entertained by my blabbering here. You guys have definitely encouraged me to continue, thank you!
Remember my belt obsession? I had to return the previously bought belt because it was the wrong size (I had bought it on the internet). But I finally think I have come to an endpoint of peace. I have been tortured by this belt story for one whole week. ( MrH is certain that I need to go back to work, since I seem to put too much energy into endeavours without purpose. But I digress). I have been very very obsessed with the Hermes H belt. I saw one in fuchsia colour at the Vancouver Hermes store (yes, feel free to ask what on Earth I am doing there in the first place). Sometimes I like to feel, touch and smell great craftsmanship, fabulous materials, and undeniable quality, and so I put a nice outfit and go browse luxury stores in Vancouver like I have some business being there. Occasionally I am very tempted, although if I really like an item, I will hunt for it on ebay and usually buy it used in nice condition, when it is out of season and all the japanese tai-tai's (ladies who lunch while hubby is working at well paid endeavour) need to refresh their wardrobe. By wise bidding, I have come to possess a Bottega Veneta purse, a Chanel purse and two Prada purses, one of which I have to sell because my conscience says so. Just not yet :)
Anyway, I digress. I tried on this fuchsia Hermes H belt, and I died and went to heaven. It was thin, buttery soft, flexible, gorgeous rich colour with extremely beautiful patent finish. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE. 700 $ before tax. MrH would divorce me if I spent that much money on a belt at this point in my life. I mean c'mon, I have a child, and I am working part time starting next week, having just ended a ten month pregnancy/maternity leave. Not wise. Don't do it. Don't go there. But it would be such a lovely accessory... it would immediately step up any outfit, etc, etc. Don't. But it is so lovely and well done and it would certainly last until I die. (Since we all know that a fuchsia belt is something that an old lady wants to wear). So my mind went into a state of obsession with this belt. I wanted it so badly I was ruminating a subprogram in my brain that analyzed the cost effectiveness of such a purchase.
In the end, Math is golden. This is how Fashion Math works: you calculate the price per wear for each item. A reasonable price per wear for a fabulous item is 1 $ for each time you wear it. It is the same price that I pay for my stockings, which tend to break in two to three wears, and cost 18$ for six pairs at Costco. So, since I pay that much for stockings, I figure the same price balance should be applied for other stuff too. So I would have had to wear this belt 800 times after tax to get the right price per wear. Since nobody in their right mind wears a fuchsia belt daily, unless it is their trademark (and I don't want that to be my trademark), say I would wear it once or twice a week. In about 10-12 years I would get my price per wear to be around 1 dollar. It is a bit much I think.
So I went to browse for another belt at Holt Renfrew, and as luck would have it, I stumbled upon a lovely, buttery soft charcoal Prada belt in the right length, on sale for 270$ (300 after tax). It was half price. I laughed when I told the saleswoman that we must be out of our minds if we feel that 300 $ for a belt is a bargain. But, here is the catch: the charcoal belt can be worn twice to three times a week easily, giving a nice glamorous accent to so many outfits. I only have one other nice leather belt, so twice a week is very likely. This means that in three years I got my price per wear. Knowing Prada leather like I know Prada leather, I am quite certain that this belt will live much longer than three years, likely ten or more. So it is a reasonable purchase.
And so I finally lay the belt story to rest. I would very much like to add to my collection, but I will not. The Prada belt is a nice all purpose belt, and I will be buried with it on at the ripe old age of 100. Amen.