That's why I don't really believe in high-dollar, really pretty knives (even if I could afford them, which I can't). iwouldn't dare to carry or use a $200 knife, because I might ruin or loose it. Not when a $50 knife works just as well on 99% if realistic jobs, if you don't mind touching the edge up (and I don't). It's too easy for me to loose objects, or at least think I lost them, and it bothers me enough when I think I've dropped a $30 knife that I'd hate to think what I'd feel like if I thought I dropped a $200 knife. Although it's not so much the money as that I HATE to loose my possessions. I become very attached, and develop a strong sentiment about my belongings, it seems. I had a Kershaw Leek years ago, before I collected knives. I got it for free and carried it EDC - literally every day - for a couple years. Great little knife, although I probably wouldn't have chosen it if I had gone out to buy a knife. I ended up somehow dropping it somewhere on top of a big hill, either in a corn field or the grass or a stretch of woods I passed through. I went back for three days walking back and forth across the path I had taken that night (and I know it was there somewhere, because I used it in one spot, and found it missing 20 minutes later in another). never found it. But it still bothers me to think of that nice knife up there rusting away in that field. Not that I couldn't buy another, but that was MY knife, and it went through a lot for me (it sometimes bothers me now that I have so many knives I can't decide which to carry each day, and I miss the days when I had *A* knife and it went everywhere with me, and did all kinds of tasks for me)
But back to the original topic; I bought a Buck 110 a while back, and was happy with it, except it was kind of bulky and heavy. I read recommendations from people for the Buck 112 Ranger, which is supposed to be smaller and handier. So I went and payed half again what I paid for the 110 and got a nice new 112. Only when I say the pretty, shining brass bolsters, at a mirror polish, and the glossy wood scales, and I remembered how the 100 had looked like that when new and how quickly those bolsters had dulled and scratched in my pocket, I couldn't bring myself to carry it! I made a slip for the 112 out of a leather glove finger, and I hope that it will slowly wear in so that someday II can look at it and realize it doesn't matter any more. But mostly I just carry the 110 around (when I carry either), because that one is already broken in, and I don't feel guilty about putting it in my pocket with all the dirt and grit and keys and lighters and whatnot. So I can sympathize with you. I'ts like being a miser; some people may get pleasure out of spending money, but some of us just like to pile our gold up and sit running out hands through it, literally or metaphorically, or sit thrilling as the numbers get more and most zeros behind them (not that I'd know about that, but I suspect I'd be that way given a chance). Some of us like to get expensive tools and get enjoyment out of seeing just what kind of hard work they can do. Others like to look at their flawess, shining perfection, and oil them and hone their edges ever finer and think about what marvels of art and engineering they are. Each ot his own, although I suspect most people find themselves leaning in different directions at different times.