I'm trying out this thing called saving at the moment. I'm wavering between steadfast stinginess and outright extravagance (a recent panic buy resulted in last minute tickets to see John Bishop - Boyfriend's bday snuck up on me unannounced this year shall we say…) Yes I agree, it's an odd time of year to pack away my pennies but I often find myself in such backwards situations (e.g. dying my hair blonde for Winter). These predicaments are of my own making and I take full responsibility, but God, it sucks sometimes - especially during this festive season. I wouldn't necessarily call it Christmas on a budget, I'm just choosing to forget my purse - a lot.
(Type A: The slouch fit.
Isn't it weird that as soon as you turn your back on consumerism, the only thing on your mind is buying stuff? And stuff of any variety at that. I am inundated with bags, shoes, jewellery, let's not even start on clothes… I am fully aware that I don't need anything, my propensity for acquiring new stuff is purely materialistic. Despite my childish yearnings, so far the rationalist in me has won out. I turned down what is probably the bargain of the century today when I walked away from a Karl Lagerfeld bag that was discounted from £549.00 to £149.99. I also found a Ralph Lauren red puffa jacket, complete with leopard print collar for £48.00, I tried it on then promptly put it back. Lets just say the speed at which I walked out of the store could have led me to be mistaken for a common place thief. How come this stuff never happens on pay day?
(Type B: The classic cut.
However, what I find myself completely incapable of leaving behind is a classic white tee. My will power is tested to the point where my resilience is non-existent. To say that I have 'a variety' would be an understatement. My wardrobe is more a curation of the perfect white t-shirt, in all it's many varieties. Yes, they're all white but that's where the similarities end. The fit, the shape, the slouch. Some drape, some dip low, some are oversized, some are fitted - it's a staple for every woman and girl alike - heck even guys look good in them!
(Type C: The oversized/cuff combo.
However, even whilst typing this I'm not sure that I'm even one hundred percent convinced that I really need them all... So when it comes to explaining to the Boyfriend why I broke my 'no shopping' rule merely for the sake of a plain white t-shirt, his confusion is almost palpable and it's contagious. I start to doubt their worth. Do they each deserve a place in the metaphorical wall of fame that is my closet? I pull them out, try them on, dance around. It just feels so right. None of them are in themselves particularly special but the blank canvas possibilities that each offer are truly inspiring. They go with anything, can go with me anywhere, it's the perfect piece - I guess that's why it's a classic ey?
Whether my boyfriend will ever understand this, remains to be seen. Maybe if I bombard him with enough iterations of the timeless staple he'll slowly become indoctrinated? Whatever his proclivities, I will remain resolute in my love affair with the plain white tee. I declare myself indissoluble on this issue, so I'm officially waving my white t-shirt in the face of all those who snub the staple; not as a sign of resignation but of defiance.
Who said that white was bland anyway?!
