Weekend before last I bought a beautiful new dress for an upcoming wedding. I fell in love with it immediately. I brought it into the dressing room just for kicks, assuming it wouldn’t fit, wouldn’t look right and would end up right back on the rack where I originally found it. Instead, much to my surprise, it fit like a glove.
My mom, who is even more frugal than I am at times, said, “Do you want to wait to buy that? It’s not on sale and the wedding isn’t for a few more months.” I thought about the question and the comments that followed, but I felt compelled to buy that dress. It just looked so good.
I justified the purchase in my mind. I looked amazing. I rarely splurge on clothing. There was only one in my size and I couldn’t risk waiting for it to go on sale. So I forked over full price, (which is something I almost never do), and walked out of the store with a brand-new, beautiful dress.
I came home and placed that gorgeous new item in my closet. I hung it alongside other dresses that were purchased at deeply discounted prices. It sparkles in a shiny way that none of the other dresses do and despite the price I was happy with my purchase, but I couldn’t get over the feeling that I paid too much for it.
When I couldn’t get that itchy idea out of my head I logged onto my computer and scoured the Internet for the same dress at a cheaper price. I didn’t spend a huge amount of time searching, but I definitely spent ten or fifteen minutes looking for a better deal. I was still bothered by the notion of spending too much money, but I turned off my computer and pushed the issue to the back of my mind.
I left it there until my mom called to tell me she found the exact same dress at a different store for $30 less. I immediately called the store to see if they had my size and asked if I could use a 20% off coupon. When the woman answered yes to both questions I asked her to put it on hold for me. I drove to the store the following morning. At the end of the day I spent $50 less than my first purchase.
I planned to visit my parents anyway that afternoon, so the drive wasn’t entirely out of my way, but I can’t help thinking that I’ve become a bit too obsessed with money. While it’s good to be frugal I can’t waste so much time looking for the best bargain. After all, in some cases isn’t time more valuable than money?