DH and I were in Las Vegas for a few days, staying at the Bellagio. We arrived on Sunday, and as soon as I unpacked I went by Hermes; not expecting them to be open, but wanting to press my nose up against the window. To my surprise, they were open. I did not find the Kelly of my dreams, but there was a beautiful chocolate brown bolide in the size I thought I wanted -31 cm. But when I tried it on, it seemed too dinky... So the lovely SA brought out a 37cm black clemence mou Bolide - it suited me perfectly! But I was hesitant to take the plunge... so I bought a horn scarf ring instead. That night I was kicking myself for not being bold... Monday, determined not to be a wimp, I went back and - the SA was not there...back tomorrow they said. Tuesday morning, I went in. She wasn't there yet - GAAAH! frustration! she will be in at 2pm. After lunch I head for Hermes again, this time DH is with me. We are walking by the pond, enjoying the lovely fountains. My steps slow... DH asks "What's wrong". I said "That's a lot of money..." "You don't have to get it..." "Yes I do." We take off again. My steps slow. "What's wrong now?" "I feel like throwing up..." "Okay, let's go back to the room." "No, I'm fine..." After a couple more hesitations on my part, we finally make it to the store. I see the purse again, still love it, and buy it. Since then I haven't felt any regret, maybe just a twinge of guilt.. but not enough to make me change my mind. Is it just me, or was anybody else this wishy-washy before buying your first H bag?