I’ve always been huge on embracing the feminine details in fashion. I love almost anything with ruffles, lace or beaded appliques, scalloped hemlines… if it’s girly and sweet, I’ll likely be enamored with it. Which is why a store like Anthropologie will be the death of me. With its unique, eclectic “vintage” style, it keeps me coming back for more, even in an economic recession. One step in the store and I’m doomed. Done for. I look around and I fall in love with everything I see.
Today, I was browsing Anthropologie’s site and came across this gorgeous top by Corey Lynn Calter and gasped. It literally took away my breath for a moment. I love the nude-ivory hue of the hammered silk, the soft chiffon roses, the bead and chain details… it’s as if they took every detail I love and rolled it into one piece of clothing. I feel like we’re meant to be. Where have you been all of my life?
But alas, I don’t think I can justify shelling out $150 for a tank, no matter how beautiful, how delicious, how perfect it may seem. For a coat, yes. For a dress, maybe. But for a top, it just seems a little too indulgent. And yet I know that I’ll continue pining for it for the rest of the season, letting it sit in my wish list, living with the fear that it’ll get sold out and clinging onto the hopes that someday I’ll discover it on a sale rack and be able to finally bring it home. Is it worth this torment that I’ll subject myself to? I don’t know….
And so continues my love-hate relationship with Anthropologie. Why does she have to be such a tease?