The thrill of the hunt

I just got the earrings I ordered from Silpada. This is the newest in home parties, a line of mostly silver jewelry. It's nice, but I couldn't help but feel disappointed by the whole experience.

See for me, a big part of buying a new piece, be it jewelry, clothes, shoes or purse, is the thrill of the hunt. I love finding a treasure at a little boutique, on vacation, or at a great, great deal. I like everything I rock on a daily basis to have its own story. I also really like instant gratification.

"I picked these up from a black cloth covered table in a stranger's living room, paid shipping and handling and waited two weeks for them to arrive by Canada Post" isn't a story I'm dying to tell when someone comments on the earrings I'm wearing.

I finally put my finger on it yesterday when J and I were in line at Starbuck's. She was wearing her necklace from the same encounter and also felt underwhelmed.

It's like bagging a deer at a hunt farm.