Do you fall in love, or get infatuated with your clothes? (I am not comparing this love to the Real Thing: none of us loves our clothes the way we love our children, husbands and pets . . . I hope). But I mean, do you get crushes on your clothing, and then how does it work out?
Like romances with lovers, romance with clothes can be a hot, sweet affair: the faux fur vest, open-toe shooties, wide yellow belt. I was crazy, crazy for statement pendants for a while, then I fell out of love. I'll still wear them once in a while when the mood strikes, but the heat is gone.
Sometimes we fall in love with potential. Our mothers warned us about this (with regard to men, anyway). Unless you're a skilled re-fashioner, most garments aren't going to become just-right for us if the lines, color and shape are all-wrong at the start. We might do better leaving the potential at the shop and moving on.
We also have to beware of falling simply for a name. Not all designer labels are worthy of our love. Versace makes gorgeous pieces, but they mostly don't suit my life or style, not even taking price into account. It's like choosing the man just because he's a CEO. Great guy, perhaps, but not necessarily a great match in love.
Some wardrobe love affairs are meant to last: your best, best leather boots, tailored blazer, cashmere v-neck, and silk blouse, for example. For me, it's my skinny jeans, gold dolphin earrings, black Aldo boots, and black pencil skirt.
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I think it's wonderful to have all varieties of clothing-love in our lives. Clothes should be fun and flattering. I enjoy the little skip in my heartbeat when I spot something beautiful, whether it's forever or for right-now. I continue to let my "crushes" lead me astray now and then, and that's how I keep learning.
What say you? Do you follow your heart? Are you a more logical, disciplined wardrober? No wrong answers, of course, just different ways to approach the closet.