For the love of a quick buck...
This post was started because I can no longer take looking at women ridicule themselves through the perils of faulty fashion slavery. Don't get me wrong, I am an admirer of women who wake up an extra hour earlier to primp their hair, and look flawlessly put together, and I am an admirer of whimsical textiles that end up from a rack, to decorating the frame of a woman's beautiful body leaving others wondering in awe: "where did she get that beautiful piece of clothing?".
However, this blog was born after seeing the vulgar price tag on a suckered shopper's blouse at a local high-end boutique. I witnessed the flawlessly dressed sales shark, excuse me--stylist!--take brutal advantage of this plainly dressed woman. The Sharkist--I mean stylist!--was marketing a t-shirt to this older lady, priced at vulgar tag of $385. The blouse was absolutely inappropriate for this woman’s age, skin color, and body frame. The cut of this t-shirt was triangle shaped and it widened the frame of this seeker of ethereal beauty, not just a bit, but a ton.
My inner dialogue began like this: “Was the shirt sustainable to our environment?” No. “Was it made in China probably at some mass production site?” Yes. “Isn’t the sales shark—stylist!—here to truly assist all customers improve their look (especially an older woman)?” ...Yes, but who said you need a little heart when selling Fashion to women with low self-esteem?
…Well…Me! I believe in having a heart when selling fashion to women, especially if she's an older single lady who probably just wants to give her wardrobe a modern make over.
I thought to myself: "This lady is an uneducated consumer and a victim to a predatory fashion consultant. The woman is looking to fill fashionista shoes that are quite big, look absolutely ridiculous on her. Worst of all, after this lady walks out this door, she will have no clue how to put together what she purchased into a functional, workable piece of art that reflects true class"...and so I was outraged.
Like her, millions of women across the world are completely illiterate to the truth of style, wise shopping, and the definition of what personal class as a modern day lady truly is.
I purchased a fabulous jacket at the same boutique the other day, eyed it for months and got it for a quarter of the original vulgar price tag.
Was it a steal? Absolutely.
The sharkist stylist even noticed and during my re-visit today, the store raised the sale price of the remaining two jackets on the rack for an additional $100. The sales shark--"stylist!"--tried pulling a fast one on me asking me to bring in my receipt in so she can give me a "price adjustment" (meaning, you smart educated bitch, you got this on super sale, I am charging you more).
Yes, this same stylist tried conning me earlier this week to purchase an ugly $800 pointy shoulder ugly Chanel inspired jacket instead of my modestly priced jacket when I was at the register. I was dumbfounded when she tried pulling a bait and switch, only this time I was buying clothes, not a car.
"Sharkist stylist" with a ruthless heart thought she could add me to her book of: "Dummies I Can Con Ruthlessly in Fashion”...too bad for her, I am her smartest customer. Not a single visit goes by that I don't teach her something about the pieces she's selling me.
I would like ladies who love clothes, to become aware of these two words that are seriously affecting women today: Fashion & Style illiteracy.
Let's engage in conversations and thoughts of Personal Beauty, the definition of Class, experienced through Fashion and Self-Esteem, because in all honesty, there's nothing like a natural woman, sexy and strong within herself.
I am an educated lover of design, fashion & personal style...though I am quite simple and believe in comfort with my ballerina flats, gray leggings, funky tank tops overlayed by a thin long t-shirt on top, modestly accessorized by my love for long sleeve button down boy shirts. To spruce up my simplicity, if I need to go somewhere, I will just throw a suit jacket over, with a dame like scent, transforming my style into a chic city flair, add a silk scarf to that and voila! Transformation.
As an observer of all people, especially those girl who are slaves to fashion for the sake of landing a guy who wants a trophy next to him, I make sure that my style and fashion education is constantly evolving, not through watching TV, but through actual thought-provoking literature of style and fashion (I am a loyal reader of major Fashion Mags who carry thought provoking articles).
Undoubtedly, my way of dressing reflects more my passion as a scholar, bohemian writer, outspoken activist for the joys of self-esteem, and my passion for entrepreneurship that falls in love with life a little more every day...
I'd like to educate and empower you on the beauty of falling in love with yourself, and just loving being you, I believe once you have that conquered your personal style everything else just falls into place.
Ask yourself next time you shop:
What does your style of dressing reflect?
Why do you choose to spend money on this particular item?
Why do you choose to wear something that shows off a name brand? (Have you seen those ridiculous billboard Chloe bags?)
What image are you trying to emit with your style?
Photograph Jacket by: Gryphon