The X Factor
As I described in glorious detail my Memorial Day weekend’s haul to one of my shopping buddies (a.k.a. Ms. Accomplice), she marveled over my ability to find the needle in the haystack: the only wearable piece in the Dries van Noten collection, the last size 6 of this season’s Louboutin espadrille (in April, so late in the game, no less!), the Prada in a sea of puce polyester… Oh wait, that could be Prada too. Hence her admiration for my skilled eye! It was an uncanny gift, she said.
In fact, I realized, it was more than that. It was like a superhero power.
And that got me thinking. If there existed an X-Men in the fashionista world, I mused, I wouldn’t be Storm — though as portrayed by Halle Berry, she was a hottie in spite of the prematurely white hair, freaky eyes and propensity for tight leather jumpsuits. Instead, I would be Magneto: I have this irresistible magnetic pull that brings the best buys right to my fingertips. It’s a great power indeed.
But not to worry. Unlike the other Magneto, I use my power for good, not for evil. Or at least it’s only evil to my bank account.
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