Been thinkin' a lot about cheap clothes lately.
Mainly because I have too many, need less, and want more.
I mean, is there reallllly anything more viscerally satisfying than taking home something new - staring at it - waking up to it - imagining ways to style it - trying it on with impractical shoes alone in your apartment - imagining how your nonexistent boyfriend would hate it, but you would love that he hated it, and wear it out to dinner anyways just to irritate him - picturing how your children would idolize you when you passed it down to their fashion-minded little selves?
Too far? Neva.
Anyhoot. I'm having a hard time internalizing this proponed notion that "less is more", "quality ranks over quantity", and "it's worth it 'cause it will last you [me] forever", when I rely so damn heavily upon the seemingly ceaseless coping mechanism that is materialism.
Seems to me, I'm probably not going to capital-L-Love a pair of awkwardly(beautiful)-strappy heels from A.Wang any longer than I am, say, those obnoxiously-striped pants from Forever 21 - despite how much I tell myself that "they're quality (expensive, worth it, timeless), and that they'll last FOREVERRR."
They won't. I won't. And I might as well get my joy out of hoarding while I can. Right? Because who needs food/water/shelter, etc, etc, etc?
(in recent news, I'm officially homeless as of today! So hello Priceline hotel rooms for the next few nights.)
(upon further consideration, I may need to begin entertaining the possibility of sorting out my priorities).
It just seems to me, that a such a large portion of the "quality" argument is a tool for justifying our exborbitantly expensive purchases and classy labels - even when I don't honestly believe that (unless we're talking silk, cashmere, handmade, custom, etc) the materials and craftmanship are really all that different.
I may be wrong. Maybe this mass-produced H&M dress is like, 10,000 times shittier than the mass-produced Stella McCartney one for like, which runs 900 times more price-ay.
But if I'd be too afraid to wear it out, goof around in it, and mar it's absolute "perfection", would it really even be worth a penny?
|dress: H&M (10 dolla) (lots here), boots: vintage, rings: The 2 Bandits, Etsy, Brandy Melville, cuffs: Anthropologie|
So, lay it on me -
how off am I?
Like, a lot?
Nothing new there.
photos by Shoiab :)