Regrets, I've Had a Few

This article on fast fashion post-shopping regret (via fashionista) really hit home, mostly because I've got a Big Ol' Oops from Topshop sitting next to me on my sewing table, mocking me relentlessly.

I don't regret most of my purchases – in fact, if you've been reading this blog for awhile, you'll know I suffer from non-buyer's remorse much more than buyer's remorse (in fact, I'm currently suffering from extreme non-buyer's remorse over an Orla Kiely bag, found on major sale, that I talked myself out of a few weeks ago and now think about every single day. Sigh.) But the other week, in a period of pre-birthday bliss (or was it fear?), I scooped up a highly adorable, somewhat skimpy Topshop sundress (apparently, I'm not alone on this front – it's the summer of the cheap dress! Although, to be honest, in my closet every summer is the summer of the cheap dress. But let's go with it.)

The one I bought is not the one above, but it is the same style as the one above, in an extremely cute patterned fabric. I knew in my heart that it was not the cut or style for me (for starters – I just do not have the top half to fill out a top like that). But I wanted it to be the style for me so badly, so I kept it. And now it hangs out in my "alterations" pile, reminding me that if I had shown some common sense and a little restraint, I could have bought a pair of wide-legged jeans instead.