"Or those $200 custom Timberlands? Or the Ralph Lauren I buy you? Or the $300 speakers we just bought for your car?"My husband thinks I'm a little crazy that I like lv so much and says its way too expensive but then I say, "well what about that psp that I spent 300 dollars for when it first came out? what about that tattoo you got that was 350? and that cell phone? and your x box?"
Another welfare kid here.... My mother was an abusive alcoholic and would often sell the food stamps she was issued for cash for booze and so by the time the middle of the month came by, my brothers and I wouldn't have any food in the house. A lot of the clothing I wore was second or even third hand. I remember my mother taking me on a "shopping spree" for new clothing one year after receiving her tax refund...at Wal-Mart! And you wouldn't believe how excited I was to finally be able to buy things that someone hadn't worn before me, never caring that they weren't "brand name" or "fashionable". I was always a bookworm (started school early, skipped a grade, etc.) and between that and being poor I never really fit in at school, so I wasn't too worried about impressing anyone then. When I turned 14, I begged the manager of a Dairy Queen restaurant to hire me at $4.75 an hour so I could have enough money just to buy personal necessities without relying on my mother. At 15, I ran away from home and moved with my father and stepmother (who I refer to as "Mom"). I thought they were the Cosby family reincarnated because of the fact they owned a house, had two working, late model cars and worked every day, lol. While I lived in a much better environment, they weren't big on spending money on labels and name brands. So I saved up to buy the things I wanted (which, back then, was basically Nike Air Max because I was a tomboy.) I didn't really start dressing "girly" until I was 18 and I only discovered Louis Vuitton at 24.
People who don't know me - particularly other Black women - often assume that because I'm fairskinned with long hair and speak intelligently that I'm stuck up, spoiled or think I'm better than others. After years of hearing this, I now think it's funny that I carry Louis Vuitton because it adds to the "image" that only my family and closest friends know is totally false. Everything I buy, I work for. And my mom would probably croak to know I paid over $50 for a pocketbook (although I'm sure she has an idea because I've told her what I've made selling a few pieces). My father has complimented me on my Damier pieces and then asked, "How much was that one?" I give him a look and he says, "I don't want to know, do I?"
Spoiled - NO. Fortunate enough to be able to afford the things I have - YES.
Another welfare kid here.... My mother was an abusive alcoholic and would often sell the food stamps she was issued for cash for booze and so by the time the middle of the month came by, my brothers and I wouldn't have any food in the house. A lot of the clothing I wore was second or even third hand. I remember my mother taking me on a "shopping spree" for new clothing one year after receiving her tax refund...at Wal-Mart! And you wouldn't believe how excited I was to finally be able to buy things that someone hadn't worn before me, never caring that they weren't "brand name" or "fashionable". I was always a bookworm (started school early, skipped a grade, etc.) and between that and being poor I never really fit in at school, so I wasn't too worried about impressing anyone then. When I turned 14, I begged the manager of a Dairy Queen restaurant to hire me at $4.75 an hour so I could have enough money just to buy personal necessities without relying on my mother. At 15, I ran away from home and moved with my father and stepmother (who I refer to as "Mom"). I thought they were the Cosby family reincarnated because of the fact they owned a house, had two working, late model cars and worked every day, lol. While I lived in a much better environment, they weren't big on spending money on labels and name brands. So I saved up to buy the things I wanted (which, back then, was basically Nike Air Max because I was a tomboy.) I didn't really start dressing "girly" until I was 18 and I only discovered Louis Vuitton at 24.
People who don't know me - particularly other Black women - often assume that because I'm fairskinned with long hair and speak intelligently that I'm stuck up, spoiled or think I'm better than others. After years of hearing this, I now think it's funny that I carry Louis Vuitton because it adds to the "image" that only my family and closest friends know is totally false. Everything I buy, I work for. And my mom would probably croak to know I paid over $50 for a pocketbook (although I'm sure she has an idea because I've told her what I've made selling a few pieces). My father has complimented me on my Damier pieces and then asked, "How much was that one?" I give him a look and he says, "I don't want to know, do I?"
"...and your x box?"