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Yeah...I sometimes make mistakes buying things. Usually when things are on sale. Whenever I think of wardrobe regrets, I think of EVERYTHING I ever bought from this store called Ragstock in Chicago. Yeah, I don't live in Chicago anymore, but IDEA of this store exists in every state/country anywhere.
Basically, take your cool alternative neighborhood. There's the vegan-organic-fairtrade place you can eat for lunch...else cheap pizza. There's a local music bar. There's the place that's lax about their bathroom policy but you never eat there... then theres the coffee shop where you end your night. There's a clothing store you actually want to shop at.... and then, there's a shitty vintage shop that's a cross between an actual vintage shop, a cheap hooker-clothing store, and a dollar store. It plays loud punk music, everyone that works there is cool--and the prices are so cheap! WOW! what a hidden gem! until you go try everything on... everything looks like it should be cool... but you try it on and it looks... off. Off enough to give you a bad feeling, but not enough to make you not buy it... like the uncanny valley of alternative fashion. EVERYTHING I ever bought here ripped, fell apart, was scratchy against my skin (a few hours later), made my skin burst out in a rash, or just looked STUPID. Fuck this place. We've got these "Ragstock"-like places on St. Marks Place in NYC, but I know better than to go there.
|5 dollars! what a steal!|
A few months go by and then there's the knockoff in some of the ghetto stores in the city. $40 instead of the $280 or whatever they were. I tried the knockoffs on and was like "wow these are uncomfortable" and then I bought them anyway because I'm stupid. They look like the cheapest cheap knockoff ever. I wore them out for a friends birthday. This is how it went. I walk out my door. OUCH. By the time I get to the train station...which is literally around the corner... I'm limping. I get on the train. I get off a stop earlier because I know there's a drug store. I buy a pair of grandma slippers and throw these torture devises in a plastic bag and carry them around the rest of the night.
Next up is a Tripp dress I got on sale at St. Marks Place. Someone tell me who the audience is for this dress. From behind, you've got a HOT PINK fishnet Avril Levine-Victorian bustle thing. why oh why the victorian bustle thing--who thought THAT was a good idea? Corset lacing overlaps with it to give you a confusing waistline. Exposed side zipper...cause PUNK!
|back acne gives me nerd powers|