Help Me. I’m Poor.

My dearest fellow fashionistas on a budget…

So you’re walking through a store, feeling pretty good about yourself, you look good today and classy, with your tea in hand and large tote bag with secretly only 4 things in it…then you see it. The most beautiful sweater you’ve ever laid eyes upon. Gently rubbing the back of your hand down its cashmere perfect sleeve, down to the little tiny tag…of course fitting and chic as wel. Turn it around and BOOM. It’s like the fashion Gods have struck you down and kicked you in the stomach. They might as well of rained down your bills upon you and laughed in your face for you my dear can no way in hell afford this $345.oo sweater perfection. So as naturally and casual as possible you drop the tag, scoff at the sweater your so longing to snuggle with tonight and walk away as if it were an ugly brown sack and you hadn’t even thought twice about it. “You’re better than the sweater” you say to yourself. I Love You…But I Can’t Afford You you whisper, as if you’ll be back in a knights armor to save it from the retched fluorescent lighting. Now go buy a Wetzles Preztle and a cookie because those darling are the only things affordable in this building of dream snatchers.

It’s like I can’t even buy magazines anymore because the beauties…VOGUE, Harper’s Bazaar, etc…give me anxiety with pages full of completely unaffordable clothing lines. It’s that same ‘stomach falling into your butt’ feeling I get walking past stores like Chanel and Maxfield…. I want to take you home I just don’t have that max limit on my credit card to make it possible.

PEAK OF CHIC

It’s not like this is anything new. There has always been the peak of chic, trickling designs into designer lines, down into department stores where us mere mortals hope to find deals on our yearly shopping spree. But in fairness, if it weren’t for the peak there would be nothing to trickle down to the rest of us. Design is design, be it painting, decor, writing or fashion I have the utmost respect for fellow designers and the thought and imagination and work that goes into every design. I think that is why I love fashion so much; it’s another form of art and colors to play with but these ones I can wear. I don’t think wearing my paintings as a skirt one day would fly with that stupid public nudity law. Fascists.

I’m not a stylist nor can I hold a candle to any celeb or personal styler. However, I do love fashion, I research fashion, I partake in trends and the occasional over the top bizarre piece of clothing; and I love my delicious deals, sale signs, and mark downs. I will dig in a bin if it catches my eye and I will forever pretend to be cool as I walk away from the $345.00 cashmere sweater. After all that’s what cookies and a bottle of wine when you get home are for. Happy Shopping!

xxDiana

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