My friends and I obviously share similar taste because last night I rocked up to Ingrid's birthday only to find we were wearing identical denim jackets. We have nicknamed them the "Babysitter's Club" jackets because of the old school faded denim. Cue the dance moves of dashing to a "babysitting gig" in our Babysitter's Club jackets.
So, drum roll please. Who is the idiot that forked out a hundred and forty bucks on a few bit bits of denim sewn together? And who is the genius that shops at Vinnie's and saves a fortune?
I'll let you guys decide.