While we have been together for more than a year now you’ve managed to mutilate my feelings. I am inseparable with your Almost Black Slim Slack and Deep V-necks.
I have been eyeing your coral Pinpoint Oxford Long Sleeve Button-Up. The shirt just looked great on guys, girls, folded and even on the hanger. Moreover, that coral just flattered my skin tone so well. So, I justified the $54 price tag, and with good reason, it is the sort of a shirt one could could sport in the office, or on a spring weekend, alfresco. When I tried it on, I was in form-fitting heaven. The shirt, which is also darted and its sleeves ended just before my hands began. It was the perfect end to a horrible rainy weekend on that Sunday afternoon in SoHo.
When I got home I noticed a flaw in the shirt, the fabric had a small patch that looked worn out. Gutted, I returned it to the nearest American Apparel for an exchange. Later that night, I noticed another defect on the collar. Vexed, I managed to exchange it again the following day. Excited to be reunited with the shirt that I adored, I noticed a small rip with the collar’s button hole. Was this mere coincidence? Was finding a shirt that finally fit so perfectly too good to be true? Don’t get me wrong I’m on board with your “vertically integrated manufacturing,” and how each piece takes 56 sweatshop-emancipated L.A. hipsters to sew an inseam. I also get that each piece is never identical to another, however, when this philosophy you market is in reality defective over-priced apparel, we have a problem. Now I am stuck with store credit and a lot of uncertainty.