Splurgy Poo

“Needs”: The Transitional Coat

I talk a lot of smack for someone who’s still continually spoiled by her parents. I stand by the fact that when I shop alone, it’s always on my own dime and subsequently, always a budget-conscious activity. But when I shop with Mommy, we don’t let icky, annoying things like the cost of this Manoush Belted Ruffle Hemmed Trench inhibit our experience.

Where fashion is concerned, Mom and I don’t always agree - when I’m in Jersey, we rarely leave the house without one of us inflicting a “You’re wearing that?” on the other. Thankfully, we both have good enough taste to know a wardrobe winner when we see one. We were at Bloomies when Mom ushered me into the Manoush Trench - the fit was perfect, the cut kickass, the color versatile enough for chilly spring nights and warm fall days alike. The $380 pricetag didn’t mean we couldn’t buy it. It just meant that the item required the Buyers’ Rationale, which goes something like this:

Me: I mean, I love it, but ugh, it’s so expensive…
Mom: You need a transitional coat. It’s a staple.

Does anyone ever really “need” a $380 transitional coat? Eff no. But sometimes we dupe ourselves into interpreting a splurge as a “need” in order to stomach the cost.

Owning and wearing the Manouche is a total luxury. But the greater luxury - by far - is having parents who support your penniless endeavors with both words of encouragement and outerwear you can’t afford. I am one lucky JAP.

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