I belong to a few social media groups that allow members to re-sell items no longer needed or wanted. I’ve noticed that men tend to sell video games and game equipment, and women sell purses. I started asking myself, why did they purchase them in the first place if only a few months later, their perceived value is gone? Why did they value those items in the first place?
I think for guys, its the thrill of the hunt. Getting the newest, latest game gives them a rush of excitement, and then the adrenalin rush of conquering the game. Once the newness wears off the thrill is gone- besides, there are NEW games to conquer!
Even being a woman, I truly don’t understand the craze of buying expensive purses. I mean really…. $200 for a fabric purse? From what I’ve read on the seller’s description, getting that designer name in the ad is the key selling point. If this designer label is so important, why did they fall out of love with their purchase and want to re-sell it just a few months later for 1/2 of what they paid? I guess it’s no longer the latest fashion.
Art doesn’t go out of style. In 1984, I worked at F. W. Woolworth’s and I saw 2 poster prints that I fell in love with, both by Alan Krosnick. “Brunch At The Inn” and “Picnic By The Water” I was making about $3.50/hr and the $6.00 price on each was an expensive purchase for me back then. I decided to buy them anyway because, even though I was barely able to buy groceries, the images took me to beautiful places. I often said “no” to myself out of necessity, but this time this one purchase made me feel heard and valued.
I couldn’t afford to have them framed, so I left them in the shrink wrap packaging and used thumb tacks to hang them in my tiny apartment. After I got married and moved to Germantown MD, they hung the same way in our new apartment, until my then-husband Harry had them framed. He hated the shrink wrap and cardboard backer board, but I didn’t mind. I loved those pictures. Flash forward to 2013. I’ve since divorced and remarried and moved to a house in the country. Now, I can sit in my dining room and look at those “expensive” pictures I purchased nearly 30 years ago and still imagine eating croissants and sipping wine in a French Cafe on a rainy afternoon, or fishing in a little boat and having a lazy, peaceful picnic in the sun. I get lost in them and they lift my spirits. I am still heard and I still feel the value that I placed on myself all those years ago, making minimum wage working in a Five and Dime.
What treasure did you buy yourself? Do you allow yourself to be heard? How does a beautiful piece of art affect your daily life? Let me know your experience!