Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I rarely suffer from buyer’s remorse.
In the past five years, there have been two inexpensive vintage dresses from eBay that even the talented Jean of Ghost Tailor couldn’t get to fit right. Then there was one unflattering dress — Oscar de la Renta, I believe — that a vintage-store owner with whom I’d had a long business relationship schmoozed me into, despite my very vocal worries that Jean couldn’t redeem it. She couldn’t and the store owner wouldn’t make an exception to his no-return policy. (I later sold the dress through my friend Evan at Frock.)
Other than those instances, most fashion acquisitions turn out well for me, though I am sometimes in sticker shock during the purchase. I was terrified when I spent $300 on a pair of Prada Mary Janes in the mid-’90s, but I still wear them 15 years later. I’m not going to admit how much I paid for the gray, ruffled, beribboned Valentino sweater seen in the 2007 photo below, but I love the sweater more and more as the years go by. I’d rather have this one beautiful Valentino than 100 ordinary J. Crew sweaters — or a thousand Forever 21 sweaters.
I’m much more likely to experience non-buyer’s remorse. Sometimes it happens because I don’t find out about a thing of beauty until it’s too late. This weekend, I fell in love with the glitter Jeffrey Campbell Lita platforms on Hippie Couture‘s blog. I could see the Runaways wearing these. But, more importantly, I could see me wearing them … except both styles are sold out in my size everywhere. If Hippie Couture wears a 6.5, she better hope she doesn’t across me in a dark alley because I will mug her feet.
More typically, my non-buyer’s remorse stems from momentary miserliness. This year, I passed on rainbow Ferragamo wedges because they seemed too expensive, before I realized that they were $106,497,500 less than a Picasso and, therefore, relatively affordable. Back in 2006, it was the huggable-looking Fendi/Moncler Spy bag that was the target of my tightwad ways.
I adored that bag. I tracked it as it was marked down on Bluefly, but decided it could go lower. Instead, it sold out and I’ve been stalking it on eBay ever since.
In 2003, Philip Treacy’s Warhol hats caught my eye. I passed on those for a few reasons:
- I don’t wear hats very often.
- They were awfully bold.
I’ve thought about those hats for seven years, during which time I got a lot bolder with my fashion choices. When I found the perfect Treacy/Warhol hat online a couple of weeks ago, I hesitated over the price again. Then I thought, “REALLY? After seven years?” I got it.
It had the original tag on it …
… and a Warhol soup-can lining.
Maybe I didn’t wear hats in 2002 because I didn’t have one I loved as much as this one. I expounded on the perfection of my hat to MrB all the way to and from a movie Saturday night. (The hat watched The Social Network while carefully perched on my knee.)
What Wendy Wore to the Movies
Hat: Philip Treacy (new in 2002, new to me in 2010)
Trench: Zang Toi (not sure what year; need to check with Zang)
Jeans: Acne (2008)
Sweater: Nordstrom private label (mid ’90s)
Boots: Prada (2008)
Lip color: MAC’s Pro Longwear Lipcolor in Lasting Lust
Now tell me where I can get a pair of glitter Litas, bitches!