I've been trying to figure out where my addiction to buying more and more clothes began. I think it can be traced back to the mid-80's. My dad had us convinced that we were destitute. I kind of doubt that we actually were, but we were never allowed to spend money. It's not like we didn't get the things we needed, but we also weren't allowed to be excessive (perhaps it would have been better if we had maintained that attitude into adulthood). I still remember shopping for mix and match outfits at Target during elementary school. Even worse, we occasionally had to shop at K-Mart (*shudder*)...never mind that my favorite winter coat ever was that cute blue one with the snowflakes on the cuffs that we bought from K-Mart.
I'll never forget the first time I got to shop at the GAP. I know, big deal. But it was to me at the time. I bought a forest green velvet blazer from the GAP in seventh grade. I thought I was SO cool. Of course, I looked kind of ridiculous, weighing about 80 lbs. and wearing giant shoulder pads. And it felt so amazing to spend $32 on a pair of jeans (remember when GAP jeans were that cheap? I'm lucky if I can find a good pair of jeans for under $80 today). I finally tossed that green blazer into the Goodwill pile about 5 years ago.
From that first GAP trip, I kept wanting more and more designer things. We moved from GAP to Coach to Kate Spade. I'm still convinced that designer products are made better than their generic knockoffs, but my excuse that they'll last forever doesn't matter when I don't even wear half of what I own.
-Lori
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