I tend to cling for too long to things that I should not have bought in the first place - end-of-season shirts in odd colours/patterns, random C&Js with "unusal" / "interesting" styles, the umpteenth Cordings tweed jacket with just another sort-of-burgundy-ish overcheck...
What do you think?
Oh, calling Professor BEESTONPLACE and his famous The Problem of Dymynysyng Returns.
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I think it is imperative to keep these items until worn out. In this way, they are a continual reinforcement of the lesson on what not to buy. Removing the consequences is not disincentive!
Like that ORANGE quilted nylon coat from Barbour I bought at Healthrow's old T2 when drunk
In the words of the RHCP, "Give it away, give it away, give it away now... "
Just imagine what all those "thrifters" must be hoarding in their closets
I'd rather not. Actually, I've seen photos of what some thrifter-flippers have in their closets, and it is not pretty.
Holding on to questionable things and forcing one's self to wear them is a great handicapping exercise that can yield inspired results. The one thing to absolutely avoid is further purchases in an effort to make the original flub more workable.
And what about the just-in-case purchases ("Should I ever have to attend a beach wedding, this off-white linen suit will do")?
You will have to wear it to picnics, garden parties, lazy days boating, and the like.
Our own Patrick has advised that, even with thrifting, one should ask when they would wear the item and pass if the maximum expectancy is once or twice a year.
A linen suit for a picnic? That is when I wear chinos and a washed out Lacoste polo shirt. Who am I, Brideshead Revisited?
Is that how Americans think the Brits spend their weekends?
We forgot the 3 piece chalkstripe suit & bowler hat and tightly rolled 'brella, when drawing a cheque from C,u,n,t,s or whatever that bank is called.
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And the Saudi boy racers in their Ferraris and penchant for lady boys.
Speaking of which - I spent a jolly afternoon today throwing my little penis enlargement toy around the corners of the town (with summer tires), dressed in totally un-iGent attire: Tods boots, slightly baggy PRL "slim fit" chino, un-ironed H&K end-on-end shirt, moth-ridden Cordings V-neck lambswool jumper in berry red, Hilfiger (!) quilted waistcoat.