I hate it when I seem to have so many thoughts & what I feel like may be alot of things to write about but I can only come up with a few sentences on each topic. The list of things I’d like to write about - the cougar phenomenon, Enneagram types amongst popular television characters (Angela Martin of The Office is a classic type One by the way), Tiger Woods & how I actually feel sorry for him & so on.

It’s not that I feel that my thoughts are racing, it’s just that I cannot hold on to any particular one for very long. Which may be good, it means I cannot obsess for very long on any one thing.
But there is one little thing I notices last night while sorting (okay not “sorting”, moving) my clothes. I have two different shirts that look very similar to one another but are a different brand. Baby doll-sleeved, long blue shirts with (oh what do you call it, that thread that makes it sink in) figure-hugging line on each side of the waist. Anyway, the one I had worn yesterday was a size small by Express. The smaller one was a size medium by Next Era Couture. Believe me, the “medium” was much smaller, if I had to guess, I would have thought it was a small or extra-small. The small that I had worn was quite comfortably loose, it felt like maybe a medium actually.

I hate the widely varying ideas of sizes by different designers. You know when you choose a teeny-tiny medium off of a rack, wonder how anyone could fit into it then think “my god, if this is a medium, then what’s a small like?”
Usually, the higher-end brands have the smallest of the clothes. The ones that “that girl” wears, the ultra-slim one with the all-designer wardrobe & the bottomless pocketbook. That girl we all want to be, that in reality doesn’t exist, or if she does she’s popping oxys to keep together, throwing up her side salad & or using daddy’s cash to feed her incessant need for high-fashion items. Regardless, that’s the girl who wears the paper-doll smalls that we look wide-eyed at in Nordstrom.

So anyway, that’s the faceless girl who the ultra-smalls are made for, who we think we can become & who knows, “that girl” that we want to be probably wants to be “that girl” too.
It’s funny though, since most of my clothes I’ve gotten for free (first picks from a friend who worked at a thrift store), I have a few Abercrombie & Banana Republic items. Most of which I picked just because they were higher-end items, partially because I feel I deserve it because I have never had an income which could afford any such clothes, but also because I know that’s what “that girl” would wear. I even have a pair of shorts that I may not ever wear, but they say “Abercrombie” on them so….

I think high-end designers know this actually, they know their clothes are coveted rather or not they’re even that attractive. Even if something from Target or Old Navy is better looking, we think because it’s pricy it’s the good stuff.

I’d like to see an experiment done, gather clothes from all ends, tear off the brand tags, and price them equally & sell them in a store. See which ones get the most sales when the no one knows the brand, or can guess how elite the brand is based on price. Who knows, maybe the high-end clothes will sell more, maybe now, but I would love to see something like this done.

Hey, what do you know, I pulled that thought together!