after my run-in with yaeger the other day, i tapped feverishly into my independent/quirky consciousness and came up very frustrated with my wardrobe staples. then i paused, calmed down and decided that an overhaul of my whole wardrobe was not necessary merely because i had seen someone enjoying the style that appeals to my tutu-loving self (she wasn't wearing anything like a tutu, but the hint of tulle peaking out beneath the hem of her coat was enough for me.). i am not a style zelig, breezing in and out of form depending on the company i keep. hardly. but for a moment i did experience envy at her whimsy. today i happily exhibited my own in one of my favorite dresses, and remembered that i like to stand on both sides of a self-defined line of simple and simply fun.
but i do enter a dangerous zone of susceptibility when i enter a store. this is only a problem when the store i am in is one that on the whole does not appeal to me, but it has some piece that i require/desire. a single item which has tantalized me and beckoned me to cross the threshold of an otherwise overlooked store. where, despite my strongest intention to get in and out with my sole purpose of patronizing the establishment fulfilled, i am lulled by the whole package, and lured to consider things i do not want. if i go into target, the $7.99 rings attract me like a moth to a welder's torch - that could be attributed to boredom while waiting for my taller half to get enough toilet paper and dog treats to sustain us, and the dog, until our next visit. but then i notice that a blazer from the-designer-of-the-month has a good collar. the buzz of my cellphone indicating that it's time to meet at the registers saves me from a fashion fate that cannot exist beyond the automatic doors. once i leave, i snap out of the trance and you couldn't convince me to part with good hair conditioner money in exchange for that blazer or ring.
a trip into american apparel for 1 sweatshirt unexpectedly yields 2 new pairs of socks as well (this is okay - the tube socks are quite comfy around the house), but i actually stop to consider a drapey dress - i don't wear clingy cotton, period. yet pause i did.
if i go into hermes to consider a scarf, visit the bags, smell the leather, i will find myself contemplating their ashtrays (i do not smoke), and hovering near the belts - i don't wear belts, period. yet pause i do. if i did wear belts, i would not choose an hermes belt. they have their appeal, absolutely, but they just are not me. why then do i contemplate them even briefly while in the boutique?
many many stores ensnare us by appealing to our deepest fashion desires, but are there any stores that (temporarily) numb your resistance and suppress your style impulses?