Friday, September 16, 2011

Beautiful Boots Can Change Your Life

I have an old friend who loves to shop. Needless to say, we have a lot in common. Over the years and through countless shopping excursions, we've developed a kind of shorthand to warn each other off needless indulgences.

"It's cute. But it won't change your life," is how our saying goes.

Walking along the rue du Cherche Midi yesterday, I spied a pair of boots, however, that I was sure would do just that.

I ducked inside the tiny shop to get a closer look. It was a consignment store, meaning only one of everything, so odds were good that the boots (did I say fabulous?) wouldn't be my size.  

Alors, as luck would have it, they were a size 39. Parfait!

I asked the slim saleswoman if I could try the mate as I slipped the black leather beauty on my foot. I casually turned the price tag and my heart began to flutter: Robert Clergerie, "Neuf" (New) it read, right next to the price, a bang up bargain at two hundred euros.

Now, I wouldn't normally consider two hundred euros a bargain. In the realm of clothing and accessories, this would actually be a fairly major purchase for me. Even though I love to shop, I'm more of a bargain hunter than a big spender and most enjoy the thrill of finding a deal on a treasure. In fact, racks and racks bearing dozens of the same item tend to leave me cold. Give me a small boutique filled with one-of-a-kind, hand-selected items, knock off the price and I'm one happy camper, er, shopper.

So, brand new Clergerie boots for two hundred euros? The rationalizations came fast and furious: They retail for four to five hundred. The price was just too good to be true. Even Greg would have to agree. (Wouldn't he?) And what's more, they were new! Never worn! Last season at the very oldest. In supple black leather on a funky wood-esque platform, they were unbelievably comfortable and forget-about-it cool.

No doubt about it, I was in love. They were my latest crush in a lifelong love affair with shoes that had begun decades ago in the closet of my childhood friend, Sara Whaley. Oh how I'd lusted after her hippie-fabulous Korkease bedecked with tiny red cherries!

I'd somehow learned to live without Sara's platforms in the early 80's. But this time, I couldn't imagine leaving the store without those boots. 

And yet.

I pranced around the shop, admiring the boots in the mirror. Appraising looks from other shoppers -- jealous perhaps that I'd nabbed them first -- only enhanced their appeal. When the saleswoman approached and began singing the boots praises, I knew I was really on to something. "Elles sont super jolies, madame. Tres chic," she said, that French magic word. "Une vraie affaire..." A real deal, she pressed, a fact about which I was painfully aware.

Given the deep disinterest of most Parisian saleswomen, her attention was almost shocking. Normally standoffish, often downright rude, Parisian salespeople don't work on commission. They don't give a toss if you buy something or not. More often, in fact, they seem annoyed that you even walked in the store, as if the simple act of watching you touch clothing is just too taxing to bear.

So, was I buying or not? The moment of truth upon me, I thought deeply about boots -- their many joys and practical uses in a rainy walking city like Paris. Two to three pair (four?) would be considered de rigeur. I no doubt had that in my current inventory. Elegant knee-highs to wear with skirts? Check. Chic ankle boots to sport with skinny jeans? Check. Black leather mid-calf boots to wear with...anything? Check. Check. Check.

As I mulled my current collection -- barely yet worn at this, the start of boot season -- my resolve began to falter. Another pair of boots? Paige, are you insane?

Although I've always felt that "bargain" is a relative concept (five hundred is always a good deal if the original price was a thousand), this time I realized I must admit defeat.

Reluctantly, I placed one boot back on the shelf and handed its mate to the incredulous saleswoman. "Vous les prenez pas?" she asked, with an audible sigh. "Pas aujourd'hui," I replied as she positioned the boot back in the window.

Out on the Paris sidewalk, I thought about my old friend and was sure she would have disagreed with my decision; this was a purchase she'd have supported wholeheartedly. But boots or no boots, perhaps this wonderful life of mine has changed quite enough already.

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At September 16, 2011 at 3:36 PM , Blogger Sarah said...

Lovely post! I still think about the pair of shoes that got away when I was in Utah before starting grad school (following a strict no-unnecessary-expenditures regimen). But while I can still picture those clogs, I have no regrets. :-)

At September 16, 2011 at 4:06 PM , Blogger Pâtisserie Paris said...

Ahhh...I went through the same ordeal with a pair of Louboutins that were on sale. The boots of my dreams. Life changing. But alas, even if they were on sale, $900 is just too much to pay. I still think about them though :(

At September 18, 2011 at 9:47 PM , Blogger Nathalie said...

Paige, c'est comme lire un roman policier!!!! Quelle tension! J'ai terminé ton billet en me disant "Oh, non!!!! Elle est folle!!!" Va chercher ces magnifiques bottes!!!
Je t'embrasse... et adore lire tes expériences parisiennes!

At September 21, 2011 at 3:10 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh no, now you'll always regret that you passed! That's what always happens to me -- I then think of a thousand things I could have paired with the boots and how it's too late! Until the next pair that is! ;-)

xox Mrs. Châtelaine in Paris

At October 5, 2011 at 8:38 AM , Blogger Paige Bradley Frost said...

Girls - Your wonderful comments filled me with "non-buyers remorse!" Full disclosure - I did go back to the store to try and buy them after all, and -- no surprise -- they were gone! Not sure what the lesson is here (Buy 'em while you can? Don't go back to the store?) Either way, there will always be another pair of boots. Especially in this town! :)

At November 1, 2011 at 10:13 AM , Blogger labergerebasque said...

If you felt like a million bucks while wearing them they were not to be passed up. "French buying" is an investment purchase. On my rare, too expensive, major purchases, I ask myself how often will I wear it?
If I will wear the boots the rest of my life and surely have that beautiful cashmere coat well into old age (maybe even be buried in it) then I will buy it, in spite of the 300 euro (600 euro before les soldes) price tag.
I am worth it. I allow myself the luxury of 1 major sale item pour les soldes. This coming winter it will be gendarmes/cavalliere boots in beautiful brown leather.
Even though I live on a farm and rarely get out, when I do manage to get the Sheepfarmer up to Paris or/and need to go for work, I will not look like a country bumpkin.
That holds true even for the village Toussaint. :)


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