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Call Me Basic: Designer Labels Have Me Salivating
Sorry to all those who are woke enough to stay away
Ever since I was a kid, I loved getting dressed up. I loved fancy things without realizing they were fancy. I’d simply point to something in a store, declare my love for it, and then realize that it was out of control expensive. I blame my mom for this as she will happily spend more money on a thing of quality than less money for something that doesn’t hold up over time. She may not be into the labels like I am, but when she simply points to something in a store you can bet your ass that we can’t afford it.
Eventually, I turned into a teenager and I could easily support my fashion choices with my own money. I wasn’t wearing Gucci, but my ass only snuggled into Guess or Buffalo jeans. I didn’t bat an eye when my yearly buy of a new bathing suit cost over $100…they were, after all, Billabong and that essentially equated to Chanel for a 17 year-old in 2006. Ah, to be 16 with only a cell phone bill and a minimum wage job. Never have I been as rich as I was as a teenager.
Throughout the years, my love for designer items — low or high — has grown and fallen in line with my money. I’ve dipped into Wal-Mart essentials, and have even bought a top or two at Forever21 (a store that now makes me shudder), but expertly designed clothes have me coming back for more. I…
