Fashion Gluttons Anonymous

Ever hear the old saying…”too much is just too much”? Yeah me too. However as of today i’m changing that statement to…”as long as it’s fashionable and timelessly unique then it is perfectly ok”. I know I shouldn’t say such things. I know i’m supposed to be stroking the penny pinching good girl, with happy little shopping for the inner soul catch phrases like, “edit, edit, edit!”. But I can’t. This season and this shopping trip as much as I want to be that sophisticated well scaled shopper…. I just can’t do it! I just simply can’t because i’m not sure if in the reality of everything amazing and amazinger(not a real word), if i can actually stop myself from shopping till I literally drop…like pounds of coins into the pretty little fingers of my new and long time favorite designers.

I want everything…well not actually everything as some things are just pee-ew hideous(did they really need that much gunk to trick out that garb?) Yet so much great and greater(actual word) stuff is emerging from these brilliant talents that I hardly know how to contain myself. As soon as my store manager puts money in the bank i’ve nearly already spent it all. Then just as i’m saying to my inner shopping goddess that i’ve bought all that I care to have…something new and amazing seems to pop up. Really, it is enough to make my poor little fashion addled brain go into a spin! Pellegrino…please somebody hand me a pellegrino! Ahhh..better.  

Unfortunatly it  is more than just mere finances that has put me in this troubling place…..it is the luxuriously appointed amount of space in which to house such brilliant goods. My store is a not so huge 550 square feet situated smack in the middle of  a uniquely non shopping district with the “less than fluent in fashion” for my neighbors. Who the hell am I going to unload all of this gorgeous fabrication to anyway?  

Until I can actually find the space to house such things ,or just break my own little hands and learn to “just say no”(Nancy Reagan would be so proud)I am suggesting we start a Fashion Gluttons Anonymous Club. I will immediately be implementing myself as it’s fearless fashionista leader. If only to make sure that I actually attend. We will take tea in vintage porcelian and take notes on hand stamped stationary. Sitting perfectly poised while all the time trying to figure out the inspiration to let go the need to fondle frocks while dreamily seeing how great they will look in our very own closets. Dreamily, dreaming…….… sigh. Yet I wonder? Does this really have to apply to me? Can’t I lead but not have to lead by example(It wouldn’t be the first time in history such a double standard was represented) Besides….I just want to see how dreamily these pieces of art will look in other peoples closets….i’m not looking to necessarily put them in my own over burdened closet of fabulosity(she says with a smirk).  Let’s  just call it something like a fashionista voyuer. 

How did this all start? How did I go from literally taking pieces of merchandise out of my clients hands, redopositing it back into the catalog of the shop, and explaing that a well edited closet was more than merely a friend to their pocket book. I’ll tell you how. It’s the art darlings, and the lovely artists who make it. It’s the amazing collections of amazing concepts that have me all a flutter. Certainly I do my best to keep my closet glutton clear. However….. it is hard not to pack those boxes ,with the address of Eclexion on them,  full of the kind of things that make Santa Claus look like he spent the holiday season with the Grinch!

I’ll try…but on your own behalf you should also try to kick me off the wagon as much as humanly possible. It is after all to your benefit that I have this addiction…uhhmm…I mean affliction. How else could you walk around town so fabulously adorned with the best friend whom casually inquires about your lovely new frock… replying to her obviously desiring question by simply saying… ”There’s only one!”  All the while wearing a pursed lip and satisfied look on your fashionable little glutton face!

Tea anyone?

Melissa

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