If we’re being honest (and I always am…sometimes a bad trait) I like me a name brand. I can’t help it. There are certain things that I just want a brand name in and it doesn’t matter how much you try to sell me something different, I won’t like it. It could look the same, feel the same, smell the same, whatever…I’m not purchasing. This is not the case for everything. I will definitely buy some “off brand” clothes. I love Forever 21 and H&M for fun, trendy clothes. I’ll purchase costume jewelry from anywhere. I’m not specific about my brand of makeup (except I LOVE bare minerals). BUT…when it comes to handbags, sunglasses, certain style clothes, work out gear, etc…give me a brand. I hate to admit it, but I’ve been like this for most of my life. I didn’t grow up with brand name everything but I craved it. When it was time for me to make my own money, I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a “no name polo” or shorts that didn’t have a Nike swoosh on them. I would rather own 2 polo's with a pony on the breast then 16 polo's with an Old Navy symbol. I'm sorry people. Judge at will...I'm just being honest.
It's not like I am made of money and can afford to diss products and purses that don't have a brand connected but I can't help it. If I had unlimited resources coming in, this snobbish style would be worse. The problem is I’ve created a monster…my husband.
The man I love has always had an eye for nice things (let’s get serious, he picked me!) but our relationship has brought the name brand out in him. A man that always dressed nice is now obsessed. We should probably buy stock in UnderArmour because he now does not golf, work out, or walk out the front door without a head to toe UnderArmour outfit. Don’t get me wrong, the man looks hot. But seriously?? The money can’t go to both of our brands. He has also decided that my workout clothes aren’t up to his standards so all my old soccer t-shirts and shorts have gone to the bottom of the pile and have been replaced by matching “hot” workout outfits that the husband has purchased for me. I can’t complain when he comes home with cute running shorts or shirts but seriously, now he’s obsessed.
The problem is this obsession has already rubbed down on my 7 month old son. What baby doesn’t look cute in polo, Nike socks, and underarmour hats? I can’t name one. I can justify buying my son anything. Mother guilt sometimes sets in on me when I want to purchase for myself these days. "Do I need this? Could I find this somewhere else? I'll wait." But for my baby..."Money ain't a thang." I took our brand obsession one step further when I put my son in a Burberry onesie. Seriously?? Babies puke all over onsies. Well, my son is going to puke and spit up and shit in style. I don’t care if I work solely to support this ridiculous obsession. If you’re going to spit up, at least it’s on a beautiful plaid Burberry print. It just happens to be the same onesie Mason (you know, Kourtney Kardashian’s son) sported when he was Brody’s age.
I mean seriously…how can he NOT wear Burberry??
Brody is even snobby towards diapers. We tried Luvs thinking we’d be thrifty and save money. This kid wet the bed every night for a week. The husband went out and bought a case of Pampers…the crib has been dry as a dessert. Money DOES buy happiness in this case.
As long as these "Monsters" continue to buy me Hunter rainboots, Nike shorts, and super hot outfits for themselves, I won't complain. Am I crazy? Yes. Do I look good through the crazy? Absolutely.
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