A Wren Says

As I walked into Louis Vuitton, a security guard greeted me. Last year, I spent time sheepishly behind the windows and then anxiously asking if it were alright if I smelled the fragrances before entering the space. This time was different. Instead of bashfully checking if I could come in, I knew I belonged there. It wasn’t even that I had a reservation at the café. It was more so that I had a self-assuredness.

I moved through the space looking at the jackets, touching the shoes, spraying the fragrances, and color testing the lipsticks. I considered the products and the work that was put into creating them. I assigned value to what I saw. Between those two store visits, my income didn’t change. I didn’t get a windfall of money making me capable of spending the money there. I simply behaved as a luxury shopper would. And I didn’t question whether or not I could.