When did the language of love become the language of shopping?
Have you experienced...
It's happened to me many a time. It says "me" all over it, & I must have it.
Like this skirt...
This skirt seems perfect for navigating those tricky in-betweens.
(Thanks to Rachel for referring me to it!)
Infatuation? We see the item, we want it, but what are we willing to put on the line for it? Is it like, not love?
Fear of commitment? We don't like to commit. Nordstrom is on to this with its constant appeal:
"Go for it! We offer free shipping and free returns!" --Nordstrom
The hardest of all to commit to is the Final Sale item. No way to back out now. You'll have to just make do if it doesn't work out. Maybe you'll grow to love each other.
We fall in love with our clothes. Is this ok?
I'm in love. This little suit made me look ten
Guy: "I call them shoes."
Eep: "I LOVE them!! Where are my feet?"
--from The Croods
The honeymoon period? One reason reviews are often not terribly trustworthy is because at first we overlook any flaws in our newly acquired prize. Months later we may realize its shortcomings.
The ex-? Ex-boyfriend jeans, ex-boyfriend shirts...something to remember them by...
I'm as guilty as anyone of using superlatives & lovelife talk to describe how I feel about clothes, & I'm sure I won't stop. But...
Is shopping like love? like dating? Should we be using the language of love to describe things we wear?
On a somewhat related note...