Nothing.
That's my fault. But school was a mess over the past few months. There were some lulls, and then I was hit with the most agonizingly protracted exam period in the world. One would think that having exams pushed back to after Christmas holidays would give us poor overtaxed grad students some relief, but we just spent our 'holidays' worrying and haphazardly studying, only to get hit with a wall of stress and sleepless nights. I'm back in a dip so I've been digging through my closet and sighing and setting aside all the little gems that either do not fit me anymore or are better off finding other homes.
Oh, 'Jean Paul Gaultier' sample bow front dress, I hardly knew ye. In fact, never knew ye. I bought this fabulous frock in a little boutique in China. The owner kept telling me it was a 'Jean Paul Gaultier' sample, and there was indeed a label inside, but I had lived there long enough to know that that dress was as authentic as that woman's curiously blue-ish hair colour (don't worry, not trying to pass it off as JPG on ebay). You generally aren't able to try clothes on in boutiques in China, and when I got home I discovered that I could barely stuff my obnoxiously broad swimmers shoulders in the little cap sleeves. Sigh. I held onto it as long as I could- took it to the fabric market to see if I could get it altered, occasionally pulled it out of the closet and tried to shoe-horn my way back into it- but my flimsy wallet and overstuffed closet are compelling me to let it go. Some teeny-shouldered gal will get to skip off in the sunset, hands in pockets, front bow flapping gloriously in the wind.
Another sad casualty of the 'no trying on goods' policy of the markets in China. I eyeballed this awesome wool skirt and apparently forgot about my second ass-cheek in assessing this fit. Not only is it snug around the hips but it is also shockingly short. I can't handle wearing thick opaque tights for too long in the winter or my gams start to feel like sausages left out in the sun.
I'm also jettisoning this ridiculously awesome navy blue shrunken fit blazer, and choosing to do so on etsy as ebay makes my brain hurts sometimes. There really isn't anything wrong with this piece. Again, it's a bit too snug around the shoulders, but given my chlorine soaked past, it's really nothing new. The major impetus, I suppose, is that I own approximately 8 billion little boy blazers. I started wearing that vintage style many many years ago when I realized I have the upper body of a 10 year old boy- great for vintage deals, poor on self esteem. I have houndstooth jackets, tiny black tux tops, 70s style brown-velvet trimmed cream-coloured jackets. My wardrobe is the envy of the local middle school. And that has got to stop.
I'm testing out ebay and etsy concurrently to see which one I like best. I gravitate towards the clean simplicity and class of etsy, but there's something about the hardscrabble scrum of ebay that may keep me going back.
1 comment:
The whole not being allowed to try on clothes thing drives me batty -- especially when there are fitting rooms in the store. Once I saw a girl get yelled at for slipping on a jacket in the store in HK. I know it was cheap...but still, it was the sample jacket and jackets have to fit properly!
What also annoys me are stores that don't allow trying on when an item is on sale -- even when the store is completely empty! gahh.
Anyway, that's too bad your China buys don't fit -- they're both lovely pieces.
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