Starting Out Clothes
It started with a shirt. A Nerhu-collared ladies shirt with a slightly deep V neck, in vertical dark blue stripes. Quirky, stylish, yet respectable. I had to get it. Never mind it was $99. (That's still in 2-figure territory, right?).
I'm starting a new job next month, and since I've lived in jeans and tees and Nikes for the past 2.5 years of my postgrad life, and my previous work clothes scream "the 90s!", I figured it was justified -- no, imperative -- that I get some decent work wear. Something cool enough to wear in this brain-melting, life-sucking humidity.
I went to Mango and Zara, coz their stuff have longevity -- in terms of surviving machine washing and fickle fashion fads. Their suits were too stuffy for a newsroom, even for a financial newsroom.
But I found some gorgeous skirts and dresses that are cut for skinny bodies (Joy!). Also, got a few long-sleeved tees in the most buttery soft fabric.
It was at that point when the experience turned into a full-on shopping orgy. With clothes, came the shoes: brown kitten heels and black stilettos... In no time, I had injected $800 into the retail sector.
Angel: That's a lotta burgers, mate.
Devil: You have to think in terms of cost per wear. You can buy shit clothes that fall apart after a few wears, or you can invest in workhorse staples that last longer than Bush's Iraq occupation, and whose CPW is lower than a burger's price. Would you rather spend $800 at one go and have the wardrobe to show for it, or bleed $100s frequently and be left with rags?
Angel: You got a point there...
I feel like a kid ready to start the first day of primary school: new uniform, check. Pencil case, check. Water bottle, check. Go girl!
I'm starting a new job next month, and since I've lived in jeans and tees and Nikes for the past 2.5 years of my postgrad life, and my previous work clothes scream "the 90s!", I figured it was justified -- no, imperative -- that I get some decent work wear. Something cool enough to wear in this brain-melting, life-sucking humidity.
I went to Mango and Zara, coz their stuff have longevity -- in terms of surviving machine washing and fickle fashion fads. Their suits were too stuffy for a newsroom, even for a financial newsroom.
But I found some gorgeous skirts and dresses that are cut for skinny bodies (Joy!). Also, got a few long-sleeved tees in the most buttery soft fabric.
It was at that point when the experience turned into a full-on shopping orgy. With clothes, came the shoes: brown kitten heels and black stilettos... In no time, I had injected $800 into the retail sector.
Angel: That's a lotta burgers, mate.
Devil: You have to think in terms of cost per wear. You can buy shit clothes that fall apart after a few wears, or you can invest in workhorse staples that last longer than Bush's Iraq occupation, and whose CPW is lower than a burger's price. Would you rather spend $800 at one go and have the wardrobe to show for it, or bleed $100s frequently and be left with rags?
Angel: You got a point there...
I feel like a kid ready to start the first day of primary school: new uniform, check. Pencil case, check. Water bottle, check. Go girl!
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