How Far Would You Go For Fashion?

A few weeks ago, my boyfriend and I took a day trip from Portland to Seattle. We stopped at the army surplus store downtown and acted like predictable tourists: trying on sailor hats and taking pictures and debating whether or not the Tommy gun will ever come back in style.

“Tomorrow we are going to Seattle so I can buy that rucksack.”

”I tried it on, shrieked with delight, and strutted around the store. It was super comfy and I imagined all the things I could carry in it, the stylish ruggedness it would bring to all my outfits.

But it was 30 dollars, and I hadn’t budgeted for that. “Besides,” I said. “Do I really need a rucksack?” I put it back on the shelf, we went out to dinner, and headed back to Portland.

The next couple weeks played out like a montage of events that necessitated owning a German rucksack. My laptop bag broke. I went for a hike with my brothers. I spent the night at a friend’s house and needed to lug a change of clothes around. I literally had dreams about this rucksack on at least three separate nights, one of which involved us (meaning the rucksack and myself) frolicking in a field of daisies, laughing and smiling, without a care in the world.

“Tomorrow we are going to Seattle so I can buy that rucksack.”

And we did. It was a six-hour drive round trip (I’d like to take this opportunity to publicly apologize to Al Gore and the ozone layer), but it was worth it. The other day I loaded up my rucksack with overdue books and rode my bike to the library, and I was truly happy. I also avoided subsequent overdue charges.


Victory is mine!

So here’s my question for you, dear readers: From standing in line overnight for an H&M opening to bribing a friend in London to send you a limited-edition lipstick to driving 300 miles to buy a rucksack, what’s the farthest you’ve gone for fashion? What’s the farthest you would go?

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