Hm, thought I'd put another word in. I'm not a snob, I just like nice things. To be honest, I'll get into a beat-up old car and drive around with the windows down, because my AC's not workin'. I don't buy clothes much (other than Sass n' Bide/Judi Rosen jeans). I've developed an appreciation for well-built things, and I'm willing to put a fair sum of money into useful investments (like Hermes pieces, ballet class, and savings).
I used to drive a really nice car, bought all those expensive labels (not just handbags, but shoes and clothes; I even have a pair of
Prada wool leggings that were $960 in 2000), lived in a 5-story house tucked back in the hills of some affluent area, drove a BMW. After a few years of that, life certainly seemed void of actual meaning.
Now, I feel like we live like Kings -- shopping at the Costco and Walmart for anything we could ever need, mountains of fruits and veggies, planned small trips to fun places, great companionship, fulfilling hobbies, paying the bills on time, having future plans.
We have choices, and I just feel so we're so very lucky. Having the means and opportunity to purchase anything from Hermes is the lit candles on top of a perfectly divine cake. Though I see lots of nice collections, I'm not jealous -- I'm sharing that joy those happy folks get to have in the form of Hermes treats :}
But if I look at my things, and wonder about the value, I remember back to why I picked them -- because they have value to me, whether they're my $35 hemp and leather satchel from a street market in Brazil, or something by Hermes.