Brand snob

I am not going to lie. I am a label snob. If I had thousands of dollars lying around I would be that obnoxious woman carrying a Hermes Birkin bag. I would love a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes even though I wouldn’t have anyplace to wear them. My big outing with the family is playing Skeeball at Chuck E. Cheese’s. I don’t think a giant rat cares if the bottom of my shoe is red.

In my defense the higher priced items are usually made with better quality materials and last longer. My $9.99 purse ain’t going to take the beating my Coach bag will. I’ve spilled bottles in that sucker, have had kids drag it on the ground and it’s still in one piece. Seven for all Mankind jeans make my ass look like I spent hours doing Taebo. I’m not ashamed to say I used to lock myself in my room with Billy Blanks. We would kick like donkeys while Ace of Base blared on my boom box.

I don’t get to buy myself many high end products. Having three kids drains your wallet. Unfortunately, I guess it’s not cool to dress like Oliver Twist. I buy certain brands on sale and snatch up bargains at Marshall’s & TJ Maxx, but it adds up. These damn kids want to get dressed seven days a week. They are so demanding. I can tell you I won’t be spending $315 on the new LeBron X Nike Plus. My 12-year-old outgrows shoes hours after trying them on. There has to be something comparable? If you like Lebron’s Nike’s you will love Kris Humpries Rike’s.