This past weekend Ben and I went home to my parents, and on Saturday I went shopping with my mom to pick up a few things for our new place. (Pictures are coming soon…I really don’t want to show you much until it’s all set up….but since that may take a loooong time, I might just show you the mid-set up look)
Anyway, one of the things I needed to get, was a vase, for some sticks I’d bought. So my mom and I are in Pier 1, and the sales lady asks if we need any help. I mention what I’m there to get, and she listens, offers her advice and then goes away. A little while later, I had found one I liked (on sale! for 30 bucks!) and was carrying it around the store. The sales lady comes back with a bigger, double-the-price vase, and says that this might be an option for me.
She then proceeds to tell me that I should really consider it, because even though it’s just a vase, it’s like buying a piece of furniture for my house. THEN, she says this: It’s an investment really. It’s worth paying the extra money for something like this.
REALLY? REALLY SALES LADY? Because last time I checked, purchasing a ceramic object that could break at a moments notice wasn’t really something I’d put in the “investment” category.
RRSPS. Now that’s an investment. My education? Yeah, I’d call that an investment too. A house? Sure, depending on the market that too would be considered an investment. You know what? I’ll even give you something like a couch, that will last you a good long while. But a $65.00 vase? Mmm, now you’re just pushing it. I’ll give you points for trying though.
I came home with a vase that cost me thirty dollars. You know, I just didn’t want all that pressure of my investment to be sitting out in the open in my living room, waiting for some guest to walk by it all willy-nilly like and knock it over. Maybe I’ll take the extra $35 dollars I saved and invest in some ice cream, or a movie or something long-term like that.