Word to Cheap Sundresses
I rarely get suckered into paying more for something than what it’s worth. Per esempio: I’m at the Upper East Side Goodwill the other day, hunting for a few summery numbers in the subpar dress section…
… I happen upon a billowy, neon yellow tunic and a hot pink A-line number. The dresses are cute, but the labels aren’t so thrilling: Old Navy and J. Crew, respectively. Finding Theory and Tahari at stores of this ilk has made me a secondhand snob, methinks. Still, I bought the dresses. The colors sealed the deal; I’m burned out on neutrals for the time being. At least until it rains again.
I figured my finds would be supercheap, as (a) the brands were all that pricey, new and (b) this was Goodwill. This is the problem with assumption – regardless of your level of experience, you can’t guesstimate a price without a tag.
Long story long – these dresses were ten bucks each. J.Crew, I get it… but gently-worn Old Navy? COME ON. I should have put back the yellow in protest, but I was too shellshocked at the register to do anything other than nod, hand over the dough, and ignore the voice in my head telling me I was a big fat sucker.
I took out my aggression on the neon Old Navy via scissor-poked-holes at the waistline. Then I hit it with some tight strips. Not a total Betty, but a vast improvement.
Apparently, I’m self-obsessed enough to vogue in the mirror. Onto the pink J.Crew.
The buttons in back are tres fab, and I totally heart pockets. I wonder if any dresses at the J.Crew Sample Sale this week are reduced to what I paid at Goodwill.
I’m guessing NO. Muhaha.