“Buy it,” she said.Ĭassie has known me since I was three years old, which means she has seen my parents’ home when it still had the peeling wallpaper and ancient maroon carpets before getting swapped for shiny surfaces and a loft conversion. I stroked a row of clothes, and she saw my hand hesitate on the jacket sleeve. After my best friend Cassie and I combed through H&M and Topshop, she pulled me into a designer store. I had a TV appearance the next day and wanted to wear something “nice” – an adjective too generous for anything in my suitcase. I bought the jacket last year while I was back in London. It is something unaffordable that I have somehow afforded, and looking at it disgusts me.
T here is a $400 red silk jacket hanging in my wardrobe that makes me feel so uncomfortable that I have zipped it away in a blue $3 garment bag.
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