Confession of the Day…
April 17, 2009Edit
All of my cool ass hipster threads are from Target.
No, seriously. This should come as no surprise. I was raised by a woman who could sniff out a good bargain like a truffle hunting pig. Paying retail for clothing seems sacrilegious to me, like throwing away perfectly good food is to other people. Compliment me on something I have on and my most likely remark will be, “You like it? It cost me $6.” As I got older the retort has morphed from, “It cost me $6.” to, “Oh, these shoes are vintage Ferragamo from the 1940’s, I found them at a thrift store for $20.” Nevermind that if I actually respected my vintage shoes I wouldn’t be wearing them out of the house.
Finding cheap stylish clothing is like a sport for me. It never once occurred to me that mentioning how little you pay for something is a bit declasse. At least it never occurred to me until after I finished bragging to my mom’s friend over dinner about how my Ralph Lauren tweed jacket only cost me $40 at a high end thrift store and she leaned in and said to me with an air of confidentiality, “You know, nobody would know if you didn’t tell them that.” Why wouldn’t I tell them that? Telling people is half the fun!
Why then do I feel like a goober when people compliment me on my Target duds and I say , “Oh, it’s from Target. Or, “Oh, it’s Alexander McQueen (dramatic pause)from Target.” OK, so most of Alexander McQueen’s line for Target looks like it isn’t fit to be worn by anybody over the age of 16.
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