Great designer finds or a hoarder victim of gambling????
Nowadays, many people (as well as I) prefer shopping at second hand stores/online platforms such as Vinted or Depop. I have found myself saying that I’d keep shopping vintage designer pieces at second hand platforms, even if I could afford buying brand new ones at an actual luxurious place. I can’t help it…
It’s addictive,
It’s like gambling,
It’s hunting for pieces that make my heart pound.
It’s going to a thrift store after a rough day and finding a piece that makes me sweat and only feeling calm, after knowing that I own it. In fact, I will probably forget about it in 24 hours, and I will feel the need to buy something else AGAIN soon.
It’s the doom scrolling on Vinted before I go to sleep and keep finding pieces that I never knew existed or never knew I needed. Then seeing that 200 people liked the listing and impulse buying it with a fear that someone else might beat me to it and get it.
It’s the guilt after clicking ‘buy now’ and knowing that I could have spent that £27.55 on my credit card dept instead.
It’s the joy of waiting for my parcel to arrive and opening it by the stairs, instead of waiting two minutes to get to the 3rd floor of my apartment.
God knows how many times I have found myself crying in my room, staring at the mountains and mountains of clothes I do not even remember. Or crying before I go out and saying I have nothing to wear. RIDICOLOUS isn’t it.
God knows I love fashion, and I’ll never stop loving it. But maybe I need to think things through sometimes or maybe let the pieces that do not mean anything to me go.
Is it really that healthy, having everything so accessible. I love the culture of recycling clothes and giving things a second home. But do we just keep buying to fill the void? Could this be a real addiction?
I had a realisation that I took it too far when I overthought spending £30 on a potential Authentic Chloe Paddington bag for 2MINUTES, and someone (smarter than me) bought it. I said while crying, “it could have been a good investment”, “what if it was real”, “I should have bought it”. Then I told myself, trying to calm her down – “Whoever got it probably deserved it more”, “I am so happy for them”, knowing the damn fact that I did not mean any of it. Knowing the fact that 2 days earlier, I had bought Stella McCartney Falabella bag for £15, thinking that I am the luckiest girl alive. But I had forgotten about this bag in a day.
Did I deserve it? Or someone who dreamt about owning this bag did deserve it more.
I have said F*CK IT, I live once and shopping is one of the only things that make me happy. But have I thought about the fact that instead of wearing my clothes, they wear me. I am so tired, am I alone in this?
Rick Owens said “Buy less clothing and go to the instead” for a reason.
-Elene
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