I mean, *Chloe* Chloe. (Get it? Haha. Anyway…)
Browsing around the interwebs, trying to, like, *adult* a little and maybe find a new top that doesn’t have pizza stains on it (don’t judge!), I kept seeing Chloe popping up. And let me tell you, it’s kinda overwhelming. You got the official site, Farfetch throwing stuff at you, and even Next trying to get in on the action. It’s all “romantic free-spirit” this and “glamorous visual” that. Like, chill, I just want a shirt, not a personality transplant.
But okay, I gotta admit, some of the stuff *is* pretty cute. I saw some blouses on Farfetch? And those tops? Yeah, they’re kinda calling my name. Especially the ones you can pay for in, like, 12 installments. Smart, Chloe, *smart*. You know your audience. We’re all broke AF but still wanna look boujee.
And then there’s the shoes. Chloe boots, specifically. They’re all over the place. Betty Rain boots? Seriously? Who names a rain boot “Betty”? It sounds like something my grandma would wear. But hey, maybe that’s the point. Fashion’s weird, man. I’ll admit, I saw some sock ankle boots that were actually kinda cool. But probably way too expensive for my “ramen noodle budget” lifestyle.
Listen, the whole “luxury fashion” thing just kinda blows my mind. It’s like, who actually *buys* this stuff full price? I’m always looking for a sale, a discount, *anything* to bring the price down to something resembling reality. Maybe that’s why I’m perpetually in jeans and a t-shirt. Because, like, ain’t nobody got time for ironing silk blouses and worrying about spilling coffee on a $500 top.
But, you know what? If I ever win the lottery (which is unlikely because I never actually buy lottery tickets), I *might* just splurge on a little Chloe something. Maybe a cute blouse. Or those sock ankle boots. Who knows? A girl can dream, right?
