Anyone who knows me knows that I have ALWAYS bought the most essential part of my summer uniform – the denim cutoff – at American Eagle. Heck, ALL of my shorts at American Eagle. I don’t even know how I discovered this; it’s not a place I ever even shopped at the age one would ostensibly shop there. I’m guessing it came from desperation: I’ve tried Levi’s. I’ve tried rag & bone. 7forallmankind. Forever21. Acne. And not a pair in the bunch gave me what I was looking for: a pair of shorts that fit snugly but not too tightly, are shorter than I should maybe be wearing at this age and do not (and this ABOVE ALL) even closely resemble those dreaded, too-big mom shorts that I perhaps should be wearing at this age. Enter, if inexplicably, American Eagle.
That TREES TALK? And a “mother tree” is a thing? Check out this charming Canadian ecologist explain it all. It is mind-blowing. (Brian popped on this TED TALK post-din last night instead of our usual [lately] OITNB.) (Which, halfway through season 4, I’m fairly over. But will still watch.)
This recurring feature was born out of a combination of the two of us looking for near-constant validation and advice from one another and finding that that quest is one of the benchmarks of female friendship, plus learning that a healthy dose of Googling “what to say when ___” and “what to do when ___” was coming up short in terms of helpful advice.
A few weeks back, I was venting to my friend Kelly about an ongoing custody dispute that had become unpleasant and later that night she sent me this text…
Something you should know about me is that I never pay full retail if I can avoid it. Blame my Jewish mother or my years spent getting kickbacks in the Lucky magazine fashion closet. I like the thrill of the hunt, but I love the thrill of paying less.
Discovering that I could buy gently used designer kids’ clothing directly from people who I follow on Instagram at a fraction of the original price made me so joyful. My gateway purchase was a pair of Duchess and Lion mustard and ivory Ikat harem pants bought from @latonyayvette for $15. Then came a pair of black and white checked stovepipe pants with zipper details for $5 I claimed in a moving out of the country sale conducted over the social media platform. After that it was the neon cheetah print roll-cuff harem shorts I bought from @gavins_goodies (pictured above) for $13, followed closely behind by the Bobo Choses terrycloth evil eye leggings I bought for $17 from @shopityshop (@lindsaymeyerharley‘s resale account) for the baby boy I’ll be delivering unto this world in August.
If you are also turned on by hoarding unique and original clothing purchased from people on the internet who you’ve never met, here are some tips to get you started.
Do ALL packs of girlfriends, when convening as a group for the first time in a long time, immediately dispose of bras or bikini tops or any other clothing apparatus that shields ones’ bare breasts? Do they all also immediately dispose of any semblance of sobriety, reaching for Coronas and spiked lemonades and shots of tequila as soon as the hello hugs are out of the way? Do they cancel any and all scheduled dinners or activities that would otherwise require covering up said breasts and/or ceasing to consume vast amounts of alcohol and pot and ciggies in a teepee? Just curious.