Perfect items are sometimes like lovers. You buy it innocently, carelessly, because you need it or kind of like it, or maybe just because it was there. It's only over time, as you realise it looks amazing with everything you wear, makes your legs look miles long (or whatever figure dream you have), is impossibly comfortable, and has stuck by you while others have fallen by the wayside, that you KNOW you've found the real thing. Love has crept up on you. You didn't know it but it was staring you in the face the whole time, right there in your wardrobe.
