It’s not that I’m not opposed to other people spending lots of money on clothes (although that doesn’t mean I don’t reserve the right to judge those people, depending on what they buy and when and where they wear them) — to each her own. I once spent something like $600 on a pair of Ferragamo boots that I thought would be in style forever. I was so wrong, but they were so right at the time.
In general, if I had lots of money I wouldn’t regularly spend it on clothes for me because I’m frankly more comfortable dressing down. However, I wouldn’t mind spending lots of money on my daughters because I love little girls’ clothes. Thankfully since I don’t have lots of money I’m not faced with any kind of dilemma because my sister sends us her daughters’ hand-me-downs, and she has great taste. Besides, even if I weren’t the recipient of my sister’s generosity, the Gap makes some seriously adorable kids’ clothes.
Still, if I had lots of money, I definitely wouldn’t spend $695 on a Burberry leather dress for my toddler. Because there are so many things wrong with it, but mostly what’s wrong with it is that it’s a $695 leather dress for a toddler.
I’m not a vegetarian. But to slaughter a poor cow for an outfit that will only be worn a couple of times before it’s outgrown? That’s enough to make me switch to veggie burgers. Well, almost enough, anyway.
Spending $695 on a single article of clothing that my kid would be guaranteed to marinate in marinara sauce? Even if it is black leather and you could just wipe away most substances? No. Just no.
I have nothing against Burberry, and am, in fact, waiting for my cousin to send me a Burberry fall jacket that her daughter outgrew so my older one can wear it.
But a black leather dress? How unnecessary. How un-fun. There’s nothing fun about it. Unless your daughter is dressing up as a female Sprockets character for Halloween. Then it kind of makes sense and is kind of fun.
And then there’s the spending of $695 on a toddler. I watched the season finale of The Rachel Zoe Project the other night as she “pulled options” for her weeks-old infant son. Looking at baby Gucci loafers doesn’t turn me on. Maybe I’m missing some kind of fashion gene, or some kind of womanly gene. But spending that much on a kid just seems silly to me. And seriously yucky. Even if I had Oprah money it’s just not gonna happen.
By the way, any garment that needs to be dry cleaned by a leather specialist? Also not gonna happen.
Would you buy this dress if you had all the money in the world?
Image: Saks Fifth Avenue