After my first outrageously expensive attempts to put together an outfit with Polyvore, I found one I can afford. Everything here but the shorts (which I already have) and the shoes are under $30. Oh, wait, the earrings are $135, but I don’t wear earrings anyway. I just tossed them in because they look pretty with the rest.
I don’t really need to buy the top because I have two turquoise tops, one a plain cotton sweater and the other a T shirt with glitter flowers. So I really just want the cuff bracelet, the belt, the purse, and the shoes. Well, not those shoes, I have a similar pair in mind, because they are at store near me and I need to be able to try them on. The shoes I want are expensive, but all my shoes are, because of my feet.
The purse, belt and shoes, plus the tops I already have, will also go well with my new white jeans.
The purse is interesting. It is made in India out of recycled tires. I’m trying to stifle that little voice in my head that keeps pointing out that any environmental benefit that arises from its being made of recycled materials is going to be offset by its having to be shipped from India to Louisiana. I’m also trying to stifle the little voice in my head that keeps pointing out that I have a plain black purse that is more versatile and has compartments, which is a feature I like in purses. But it just looks so perfect with the outfit. Besides, if I buy it I will be propping up the world economy. I can rationalize with the best of them.
I don’t know what it is with me and clothes these days. Thoreau once said, “I say beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes.” I’m not sure that retirement is an enterprise, let alone one that requires new clothes. Perhaps I am a new wearer of clothes. Thoreau seemed to approve of those.