I keep thinking about Mayle. Its unescapable. I keep thinking about things I have sold and miss, things I wish that I had purchased. Does the person in England who bought the jade green Pelle dress from me actually appreciate it? Is it hanging on a great hanger or crumpled in a ball on the floor? Do they wear it for a day of shopping, cocktails and Yo Sushi at Harvey Nicks? Or do they wear it to a pub and spill beer all over it.
Last night I was dreaming about Mayle. I dreamt that for some reason I was back in NYC and shopping, I wandered into Ina and they had the green Pelle dress in a 6, the violet Vincennes, and the Valentine from spring 06. Three pieces that I completely regret selling. And I bought them and they were mine. I was so happy.
I don't know if I will ever run into these old friends again. Which led me to thinking about other Mayle items like tops - was it bad to sell Sylvana even though I won't ever wear it? Or Isha which I liked, but didn't love, or even Athena which I have never worn and is still languishing in my closet.
And I think back to the Mayle sale and how maybe I should have tried to possibly buy more. Was there something that I overlooked? Did I not save enough money?
I feel like the Mayle obsession wont end anytime in the near future, but the clothing as it ages is only going to become more fragile, and worn.
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