I’m not sure where to even start on this topic. Maybe describing in chronological order will be best.
A year and a half ago, I tried on a leather jacket that I absolutely fell in love with. The asymmetrical cut, the grey color, the ribbed inner sleeve–oh I imagined myself wearing it casually–everyday, dressed up–to an event…even to bed? It was that comfortable…the price tag however, was not. I could not spend $800 on the spot. And so, I then categorized it in the back of my mind as something I would get…as a reward, a birthday present to myself…to mark some sort of accomplishment in my life.
Months after, I saw Kim Kardashian wearing it and I thought (Damnit! Now Bebe is going to design a (cough) similar version next season and it will have lost it’s originality [to me].)
And then of course, that beautiful leather jacket sold out EVERYWHERE. Honestly. And you know what scarce supply does? It increases the demand. Sometimes this does terrible things to a shopper…it’ll make her think she wants something maybe a little more than she really does.
In any case, here’s where it gets creepy. I found the jacket on eBay. Score! I am terrible at eBay as I don’t check it frequently enough and the final moments of bidding give me anxiety. Nonetheless, I put in a bid. On the final day of bidding, I woke up in the morning and a number came to my head. (I know this is sounding ridiculous/long-winded but try to follow me here.) $256.63. Yes, I don’t normally wake up remembering anything from my dreams, but oddly, this number stuck out, so I wrote it down. That afternoon when it came time to bid, I put in some random number. (Again, I am not eBay savvy and never know if you should put your best offer up front.) The madness of the final seconds of bidding ensued and for reasons I cannot explain (maybe I was being cheap?) I didn’t put in ‘my number.’ The bid was over. I had lost. And the note that displayed on my screen read, “This item was sold for $256.63.”
It’s like the shopping gods were trying to help me out and I ignored it. Ha.
You know what else happened? In September, I saw a very similar cut jacket in the window at Bebe. I tried it on. Liked the look. $100? I asked the staff, ‘Is this leather?’ The answer was no.
There’s a place for all kinds of clothes in your wardrobe. The inexpensive tee, the designer piece, the mass produced, the vintage and the custom. There comes a time in your life, when you want something that is quality (or at least made better than you are used to buying). I’m not talking about a specific tier of designer, I’m talking about material and workmanship. Why buy pleather if lambskin is a little more?
I left the store throwing in the towel on this (far too long of a) jacket quest.
(And by the way, I changed my mind on the style I loved…while it is still gorgeous, having it called the ‘it’ jacket turned me off a little…plus the shorter front and elongated back of this style seems more refreshing.)
And what started my entire obsession, is this Rick Owens jacket:
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