I can’t speak to monogamy in the romantic sense, but I have been in a few long-term relationships with clothing brands. Limited Too was my forbidden love of elementary school (forbidden because my mother preferred me in Gap Kids). There was my fling with Gap in the beginning of high school. Ever since then, it’s been a steady on-and-off affair between Zara, Madewell, and H&M. Although, my recent existential closet crisis of 2016 has me saying, “It’s not you, it’s me.”
I tend to have issues with being put inside any kind of proverbial box (I think this is a normal human tendency?). After all, a one dimensional human doesn’t take very long to get to know, thus they also don’t take very long to get bored of. Stores and/or brands can have the same effect. If you think about it, the best brands have a specific “girl” in mind, right? Their point of view needs to be singular and one dimensional in order to stand out in a saturated market.
If this is the case, which I think it is, a brand can only fulfill one dimension of your style. Since the dimensionless of my wardrobe finally got to me (hence the existential crisis), I’ve started searching out more one-of-a-kind pieces to mix with my favorite fast fashion items. I found a DVF wrap dress, a vintage short and swingy dress with bell sleeves from Paris, and a pre-owned Clare V. fold over clutch all from a local consignment store. Most recently, my greatest accomplishment possibly ever in life is finding a pair of Manolo’s — that Carrie Bradshaw definitely would’ve worn — for a mere $60.
My current closet mantra goes as follows: Buy only things that make me excited, and no more worrying about practicality (because where’s the fun in that?).