Ok whatever - fine mom
I have "enough stuff".
Except that I don't.
And I never will
Well, because I will always-- you hear that mom?: Always,
be able to justify indulging in another maternally-deemed "unnecessary" purchase, regardless of it's objective "impracticality".
Outwardly, I can conjure up a pretty sophisticated-sounding nay-sayer-countering excuse as to why I "need" said item in my wardrobe.
It's "versatile" or it's "classic",
it's absence is creating a notable "hole" in my closet,
I don't have anything to wear to "[[insert traditionally clothes-conscious event here]]" or with my "[[other obnoxiously impractical 'investment' piece]],
I'm always cold/hot/underdressed/overdressed without it, etc, etc
etc, etc, etc
etc, etc, etc, etc
But really, guys,
it usually comes down to one of 3 things.
1. I like it.
2. I (think I) look good in it.
3. Someone else looks good in it and I want to look/be/act like someone else.
And really though; how can I be expected to refrain from indulging in my life's work?
I mean, chefs get to eat their own food, right?
So it's pretty much the same thing.
Except not at all.
Take for example: this outfit,
which, at each item's individual purchase point seemed practical,
but the majority of which I now know I could live without.
Except that I couldn't.
|shirt; JCrew, Blazer: Anthropologie, shorts: The Portland Collection, boots: Lucky Brand|
Because self-gratuitous retail-therapy is necessary for our survival #AMIRIGHTORAMIRIGHT?
Yup. I'm right.
Your life depends on it.