when the queen of all that is good and fussy asked me to fill her shoes while she was off doing something totally, erm, unimportant...i peed in my pants a little. i mean, we DO share the same name, albeit spelled differently, but fussyalli rocks it hardcore. and thisali rocks just about nothing (well, i do have a fancy new haircut...)
hmm...what to write about. and then, this past weekend, for the every-so-freezing Canadian Victoria Day weekend, i went shopping in Buffalo (oooh...cross border shopping is ALL the rage, i swear!), and instead of having to come up with some material...the material came to me....in the form of my former lover, J. Crew. We have since broken up. it's been messy. trust me. definitely my messiest breakup ever.
there was a time when all you could find in the closet of Ali was J. Crew. We were inseparable. Before each Chrismukah, instead of sending a wishlist to my stepmom, i would send a catalog in the mail. THE catalog. and it would be full of circles and pen marks and notes in the margins.
merino sweaters. cashmere. cable-knits. cords. perfectly fitted ts. polos. chinos. jeans. skirts. hairbands. socks. flip flops. you name it...i wanted it ALL. at least something from every page. J Crew knew me. we had a GREAT relationship. it was bliss.
and then something happened. something horrible.
J. Crew changed. and i felt a certain distance between us. He didn't know me as well as he used to. and he was different.
the perfectly fitted t's became perfectly pregnant fitted t's.
the merino sweaters became too thin. too long. too matronly.
the patterns became, well, patterns. for me, if it's J Crew...the only pattern should be argyle.
the turtlenecks didn't fit the same. didn't feel the same. weren't the same.
the skirts became too billowy. too matronly. too cruise-ship-y.
um, and the prices? WAY. TOO. HIGH.
what happened to the preppy, Hampton-esque look? What happened to the tailored, clean lines? What happened to all my Joey Potter yacht clothes?
I had no choice but to start cheating. RW&Co. Jacob. Anthropologie. Lucky. Abercrombie. White House| Black Market. none of them are perfect. but they are filling that void.
and every time i see J. Crew, i gasp. He is so pretty. and i walk in thinking that we could be a couple again. Thinking this time will be different. i have such high hopes that he's seen the error of his ways and wants me back! i keeping thinking he'll change. and every time it's the same. a hairband here. a t-shirt there. but nothing significant. he continues to disappoint me and it hurts.
i'm thinking a clean break might be in order.
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