Most people probably don’t obsess over nearly every clothing purchase, but we here at the Brooklyn Gal have been known to over-think even the most off-the-cuff pick-me-ups.
Sure, once in a blue moon we give in to the Yoox urge or snap up a must-have or two at cheapy cheap joints like H&M, but we don’t buy on the fly or on impulse as readily as others seem to. Still, with a new season around the corner and our inbox overstuffed with sale notices and bargain offers, it’s hard to resist what seems so natural: buy a shirt there, boots here, all for a song, end of fashion story.
And yet, we hesitate, largely because we are wary of winding up with a closet full of nothing. The goal, after all, is build a working wardrobe, not to just accumulate random pieces.
A stack of clothes, whether bargain-priced or investment-worthy, gets women nowhere, but a wardrobe, well, it kind of makes us feel like we’re in control of our style destinies, like we’re dressing our aspirational selves.
All of this talk about fabulous wardrobes makes us wax nostalgic about one of our favorite dream boutiques in Brooklyn, which sad to say, closed shop several years ago. Back in the early aughts (hate this word!) when it was known as Butter, we used to slip in for a dose of cool, rarely buying, unless it was sale time. Most of the merch was geared towards that discriminating trendsetter with limitless funds, but every once in while we managed to score a gem or two.
One day our inner demons put the kibosh on a dress we really wanted. It was perfect but we had no real need for it. As we stood before the mirror, the owner told us that when you fall in love with a special item you need to buy it, because it won’t come back around again. It could have been her standard sales pitch, but we’ve come to realize that she was totally right. Sometimes when we’re on the fence about a special find, an item sure to be a bonafide wardrobe-changer, we can still hear her preaching those wise words of retail wisdom.
Would that black beauty of a dress still be a workhorse in our wardrobe today, more than a decade later? Chances are good, but alas, we’ll never know.