So, there’s this sweatshirt I like. It’s grey and it has a decorative Tiger appliqué on the front with the word Kenzo smack in the middle. I have wanted the sweatshirt for a long time–let’s say 2-ish years. Last week I bit the bullet and bought it. It arrived at my house via Net-a-porter on Thursday. I tried it on and it fit like a glove, yet for some reason I wasn’t feeling the euphoria that I anticipated. Instead I felt kind of… dirty. I showed the sweatshirt to my husband, who has impeccable taste. I’m not being facetious. He actually has impeccable taste. He gave me the stamp of approval. Cut to Sunday. We visit our local mall. Yes, I said mall. The place where chic goes to die. While we were there, we popped into Urban Outfitters. I need some plain T’s and thought they may have some cost effective options. While there, I noticed a sweatshirt. It was Adidas. It was black with an oversized adidas logo in blue and black floral appliqué. Oh and another thing: it was amazing. I tried it on and I knew immediately that it was coming home with me. I then asked my husband if he approved and he gave me the hard yes.
My next question is where the magic happened. I asked him if I needed both the Adidas sweatshirt and the Kenzo, and which he liked better. He answered me in a question, which is usually annoying AF, however, this time it wasn’t. He said, “what are you trying to say?”. I answered with, “I’m trying to say, I’m awesome.” He laughed (because I’m hilarious) and then he said, “well, the Kenzo sweatshirt says you have money and the Adidas sweatshirt says you like fashion and don’t take yourself too seriously”.
At that point I reached for my phone and started jotting down notes for this post. I wanted to share the exchange because it made me think, and it made me look at a side of fashion and myself that isn’t cute or cool–it’s lame. After jotting down notes in Urban Outfitters, as I stood there listening to Mace, Nelly and other 90’s musical prodigies, I did some more thinking. I thought about which statement each statement sweatshirt makes matters more to me. The answer wasn’t simple and that’s me being very honest. It’s not the money per se–it’s more the access. Access to high fashion is exciting and I have it. I didn’t have it when I was in my early twenties, but now I do.
In hopes of not rambling on and on, I can let you in on what I decided to do with my Kenzo sweatshirt. Net-a-porter received it yesterday and the bizarre amount of money I spent on it, is lying safe and sound in my bank account. I’ve already worn the Adidas sweatshirt twice. Discuss…