I took an early morning stroll, the only time to really get a good look in all the shop windows without having to crane your neck to see. My final assessment of all I saw was if I had every item of clothing I’ve ever owned, I’d never need to buy another of anything again.
I saw fringed jackets over seersucker sailor pants. Paisley culottes and little cotton shirts with anchors, and sea shells on the front.
Every mannequin had a cardigan either flung across its arm or hanging from their plastic shoulders.
Sandals, flats, pumps and of course, stilettos with toes so pointed you could punch holes.
I’m stunned ripped Levis can cost up to three hundred dollars these days, and a sleeveless white ginny T once found at the Gap for ten bucks, now starts at forty.
No, they didn’t have price tags, but believe me when I say, nothing comes cheap anymore…
even resale. I had my eye on a Dolce Gabbana spring coat selling for 600 dollars. I decided to just save up and buy myself a new one.
Why do I give everything away? If something no longer cheers me when gazed upon, out it goes. I used to leave bags of things by the trash until learning one could get a hefty fine. Then I saw a homeless woman in a pair of my boots. That kinda threw me, especially seeing she had the right one on the left.
Now it gets donated properly, but what a pain in the ass it is to be proper.
Fashion I suppose is quite limited when you think about it. Unless you want to look like an alien with spikes down the back, what can one do new to a little black dress? Of course this doesn’t stop me from buying still another. I saw one in Barney’s window with a swing hem. Hmm, I sure do like that, I thought pressing my nose against the glass. Better check my closet though to see if I already have it.
And do-on’t throw the past away
You might need it some other rainy day
Dreams can come true again
When everything old is new again
When everything old i-is new-ew a-again