Buyer’s Remorse–in Reverse

Well, I didn’t buy the Stuart Weitzman platforms pictured below, even though Gilt Group was offering these $355 shoes for $187. I just wasn’t sure if they’d be comfortable, even though I’m a big fan of stilettos and can usually wear them for hours without pain. Furthermore, my reliable friends Penny and Jan both delivered a resounding No! when I made my original post musing about the purchase.

And I regret my decision.

While cruising through Nordstrom Rack yesterday with Penny–she of the don’t-you-dare-buy-those warning–she found a very similar pair of Weitzmans in tortoise-shell brown in my size. I don’t wear much brown–hmmm, it may be the case that I never wear brown–but I tried them on out of curiosity. And they were spectacular.

They felt great…they looked elegantly sexy…and I could feel my remorse setting in. Why didn’t I buy the black ones? (They sold out almost immediately on Gilt Group.) Even Penny, dear friend that she is, admitted that she’d been wrong.

And so it goes sometimes: we opt out of a purchase and later regret doing so. I’m encouraged by the fact that this particular wish-I’d-bought-that regret doesn’t even come close to the bad buys I’ve made over the years that I truly regret. That–and the fact that Jan still thinks I would have been a jerk to buy them.