Something About That Bag

I usually try to be frugal. I am always looking for the best deal, or trying to get the most out of something. I buy myself clothes very rarely, and if I do it is definitely off of the 70% off rack. However I love pretty things. I like them in my house, on my children, on me. I have seen shoes that I felt very sad walking away from because they looked so perfect when I tried them on (this happened today). I actually took a picture of these shoes and sent it to my husband with a message much like you would find on a lost dog poster. I just don't want to spend much to have those pretty things. Actually if it's not at least 50% off I probably won't even look at it. Well I had to go shopping today(it was hard, but someone had to do it). I am a bridesmaid in my sister-in-laws wedding this month and had to buy shoes and a bra that worked with the strapless dress. I had a great time shopping and going out for lunch with my other sister-in-law, but I have a hard time swallowing the amount of money spent. I didn't go on a shopping spree or anything just what I needed (plus a small purse, but it was only $5 and very cute). So as I'm paying for this perfect bra and choking a little as I swipe my card, it all seemed OK after she packed it so nicely in the pretty pink bag complete with tissue paper, just like it was a little gift just for me. Then, she even sprayed it with a bit of perfume. YES she sprayed my shopping bag with perfume. When she handed it over it all seemed to be OK that I just spent that much. Really? What is it about that pretty bag that makes you forget about the small fortune you just spent. I got it home and took it out of the pretty bag to show "The Officer what I purchased and it was like opening up a gift (Aww thank you sales lady for this beautiful gift).