Distressed

I recently saw a travel commercial that tried to convince me of the notion that it will be the places we didn’t go that will haunt us, rather than the things we didn’t buy.  I have never been less sold on idea ever.  I gave the advertisement a thumbs down for irrelevance and continued on with my life.  Clearly, I am not their target audience.  With a newly expired, stamp-less passport, I’m more pressed over a Mary Katrantzou party dress I passed up five years ago than my lack of overseas experience.

It’s difficult to know when to buy and when to sell.  The fear of missing out is some times greater than the dollar amount on our paychecks, and for this discrepancy we pay a the price—literally.  It seems like nothing trumps the longing for an item we let pass through our grasp.  Be it a Tiffany cuff, a three piece vintage Geoffrey Beene suit, or a perfectly fitted jumpsuit, the loss can be devastating.  

Not long ago I made the grave decision to sell a dependable denim jumpsuit in order to make room for newer, pricier upgrade.  Unfortunately, I made the call before the replacement arrived.  The new suit was too long (surprisingly), with smaller lapels than I had anticipated and just wasn’t worth the hefty price tag.  Now, in place of a jumpsuit, I am left with regret and one less go-to outfit for those days when I have negative twenty minutes to get ready.  Le sigh.

The moral of the story?  Don’t let go of a trusted ally before you are quite certain it’s successor is The One.  We may like to think there is a viable substitute for every thing, but it takes losing our valuables to realize that some things really are irreplaceable.  Especially denim jumpsuits.

The Katrantzou that got away…