For the most part, I am a thrift store pro. Throughout the years, I have discovered many flattering finds at more than reasonable prices, and I take pride in the fact that most of my cool clothes are second hand. I can totally rock the vintage chic look.
There’s also something to be said about the circle of life when it comes to clothing, right? I like being able to take on somebody else’s wardrobe when they tire or grow out of it, and there’s a certain satisfaction that comes with donating clothes from my own closet when I no longer wear or need them. Kumbaya, let’s all recycle our clothing!
There are certain things, though– the *really nice things*– that can only be purchased new. Shoes fall into this category for me, for the most part (though I have been known to snatch up a gently used pair of Ladies Size 10 shoes if and when I ever find them). Bras and underwear are definite ‘new only’ purchases in my books. And sometimes– only sometimes– I buy nice things from a regular store at full price, just because I can’t bear the thought of them selling out of my size if I take a chance and wait for it to go on sale. Caught in the act of guilty consumerism.
That said… I just bought the most beautiful dress yesterday. It was not from a thrift store and it was not on sale. But oh, it is so pretty!
The dress is the colour of liquid chocolate, or perhaps a really rich ginger cookie, chock full of molasses (just the way I like them!) It fits like the world’s most flattering glove. It is embroidered and beaded. So dazzling, but yet so understated! It is feminine and form-fitting, and the simple act of trying it on in the store made me feel like a jillionairess (i.e. an heiress to a fortune worth jillions). It was that good.
In a word: the dress is p-e-r-f-e-c-t.
The funny thing is, I also ended up buying strappy shoes to match. By definition, I am not a strappy shoe wearer. Especially when said strappy shoes are heeled and are a metallic champagne colour!
Once the shoes and the dress were on together in the fitting room, however, I couldn’t deny how smoking hot they looked. It’s like they were made for each other. Va-va-voom! So now, I am the proud owner of a new dress and my first pair of:
– strappy summer sandals
– metallic-hued anythings
All at once! Go, me!
I know it seems ridiculous for me to just up and buy an outfit that is wholly impractical for the current lifestyle I lead. After all, I am certainly not going to wear my achingly gorgeous new dress (or my new high-heeled sandals, for that matter!) down to the harbour.
I actually bought the outfit with the future in mind.
You see, I am 100 percent positive that I will need a classy but head-turning dress for some ritzy art event in the near-ish future. Marty’s artwork is going places, I tell you. I am certain of this. There will be well-to-dos and good-to-knows at this still-unknown event– and when that date and moment arrives, we’ll (or at least I’ll) be ready. I can see my outfit and hair (and perhaps even makeup!) so clearly now, it’s like this life-defining, career-propelling moment has already happened. Wait for it, and then expect an ‘I told you so’. Because I’m classy like that. (Chipped nail polish not included.)