Have you ever talked yourself out of a purchase? It's a fashion conundrum which I'm still learning to deal with. I was stalking the shoe section of Myer last week, ready to throw some cash down for one of those "what the hey" buys, when I saw some fabulously loud Moschino Cheap and Chic flats on sale. As I'm always on the hunt for the perfect pair of flats, I said a quiet little 'yipee' and skipped along to try them on, only to be confused by a pesky little seed of doubt in my head. The scenario went down a little like this:
Me: Yay, some colourful flats to brighten up my wardrobe. I love them!
My conscience: Woman, are you on crack? Since when has multi-coloured silk been welcome on your feet?
Me: But surely these are the type of shoes that Mischa Barton would kick around in!
My conscience: Mischa Barton? She lost her fashion mojo years ago!
This conversation went on for a while longer until I finally hit my limit and ran out of the store in a frenzy, sans shoes. There may have even been some tears and a few colourful words exchanged. Dramatic much? Myer has since sold out of my size, but luckily the colourful flats are still available online at Revolve Clothing. Now, what would Mischa do?