EVERLANE sweater, ACNE pants, JEAN MICHEL CAZABAT boots
My dad used to use this phrase when trying to explain the difference between appreciation and depreciation. This usually happened when I was trying to justify buying something expensive. I should have listened to his financial advice, but I was young and knew everything.
Now that I’m not so young, I find myself saying the same thing.
The concept of “investment pieces” seems really strange to me. You can’t invest in clothing; anything you actually wear doesn’t appreciate in value. It (usually) won’t make you more money than you paid for it, so why does common fashion parlance deem it “investing”? I want to blame this on chauvinism, but that may just be my exhausted inner cynic vying for attention.
This isn’t to say that we shouldn’t spend money on the more expensive things we like. Ball out, by all means. But let’s not delude ourselves into thinking we are positively impacting our net worth when buying that Givenchy Pandora satchel. We aren’t. We’re buying something we hope we’ll wear enough to justify the cost. No more, no less.
I hoped these boots would be worth the cost (no, they weren’t expensive but I had to segue somehow). I’m only wearing them for the first time since purchasing in March, but they harken back to my tried and true tomboy meets stripper heels aesthetic. As is my usual pattern, I fixated on these (and a few other things) after seeing them in this pin and spent far too much time tracking them down. eBay provides.