it happens every time i love what i bought. i take it home, it goes with everything, i feel terrific in it and then it hits me, this absolutely perfect item is precious. oh so so precious. in fact, it's too precious to wear. i must protect it! it has to last forever. i should have bought 2, or 3! i'll never find another.
no, i won't find the same thing, drama queen, but i'll find another equally wonderful garment another time.
if i had multiples of my favorite things, yes, life would be easy, but i would be the style-equivalent of albert einstein with his alleged identical suits. he had other more important things to think about, but i don't.
let's say you don't take it to that extreme. let's say you have a more well-rounded selection. is there still really such a thing as the perfect item? can you have an entire wardrobe of perfect items? if you believed you had the perfect wardrobe and never bought another item, you would in essence become your high school government teacher who was stuck in a wardrobe time-warp because she was, at one point, so wildly satisfied with her sartorial choices that she decided never to ever make another. now i ask you, did you ever spend one single solitary hour of government admiring your teacher's stunning sense of fashion?
the point of selecting clothes for ourselves is not to end the process entirely some day. a wardrobe is never a finished project.
i spent some time today doing some shopping and knowing that it was for the purpose of building a wardrobe, my standards were set quite high. i think this is a good thing, but i also have to remember, when i do find something that i think is wonderful, i should congratulate myself, enjoy it, feel smug, and wear it to shreds. then get back out there and hunt down a new trophy, and repeat.
what do you do when you find perfection? preserve and protect? use and enjoy? buy backup?