Hey Shorty, It’s Your Birthday

Sigh. . . another year on this earth, another year of practicing my subtraction skills. Of course, there’s some addition that can be done on birthdays as well: presents! And the best kind of presents? The ones you give yourself! Okay, so maybe a perfectly selected bauble from Prince Charming might just one-up that one. But while we’re still living in this reality we’ve been given, let’s go back to the matter at hand: From Me, To Me.

I admit that the past few months have already been all about me, me, me — spring shoes galore, Lainey trunk show weakness, new dressmaker obsession… But that doesn’t mean that there can’t be more, more, more! Besides, no matter how much you’ve bought yourself all year, your special day calls for something really special. So special that it’s just one item and I’m totally cool with that. Now when have I ever thought that way?

In any case, here goes my wish list, From Me, To Me:

It’s pretty decadent to purchase a white blouse for more than $2000, even if it’s as beautiful as this Chloe bib front blouse. After all, it’s not couture (add another zero for that); it’s not even made to measure. And even my perfectly fitted tops from the dressmaker are a fraction of this cost — even when they’re made of a fancy imported French eyelet. Moving right along…

This Nancy Gonzalez crocodile bag is practically practical; unlike most of her bags, it’s actually a wearable chocolate brown color. Practical? Birthday presents can’t be practical (not even when they cost $2875)! Next…

I’ve been longing for one of these Temple St. Clair egg pendants, and this one is simply amazing… though $4,800 is quite the nest egg, huh? A side note: Certain people think it’s laughable that my mom insists jewelry is a “good investment.” Heh, maybe not according to the basic tenets of economics, but that’s my mom for you!

There’s also the possibility of a Tranquil Ayurvedic Ritual at the luxe Mandarin Oriental spa in Manhattan. It’s not just a ritual, it’s five and a half hours of “a holistic journey”… that begins with a “foot ritual” (i.e. foot rub). Three hours of “body work” and one and a half for a facial. I could handle that. And it’s a relative deal at $975 — you can use the pool, sauna, steam room, tea lounge, etc, for the whole day. At that rate, I could relax and maybe catch up on sleep (come on, everyone does it) and best of all, be kept from doing any other shopping for a whole day. Now tell me that’s not the gift that keeps on giving!

Happy birthday to me, y’all!

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