On Saturday Mother and I went to the city and came home with my christmas/birthday present: an Oroton purse that we got for $161.95 (a portion of the RRP). It's a very nice purse; genuine brown leather, interesting details, clutch-y.
Although, I wanted the other $40 purse (that wasn't as nice), Mother insisted that I choose between two very expensive designer purses. It was like locking a kid into a candy store and saying "no, you're not getting out of they're until you consume as much candy as you please!", so of-bloody-course I chose the nice, expensive, Oroton purse (guiltguiltguilt).
We arrive home and my auntie from Vietnam admires my purse and asks for the price. I sheepishly answer. She then proceeds to tell me that $160 dollars for her family in Vietnam would mean that they could live lavishly for a month.
The guilt is still gnawing at me.
And today I ignored her when she told me to so the washing. I'm such a horrible person, and I'm not even doing anything about it. That's makes me extra horrible.
guiltguiltguilt!
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