I've been on the hunt for a new coat this winter and I know exactly what I want: a green, army-inspired parka. Vince did one last year, but I didn't want to shell out 600 bucks--and I've been regretting it ever since. I've searched high and low, but can't find one with just the right details. And for a market editor, that's torture.
Then last week, a woman walked into my office building wearing the coat - olive green and lined in fur, oversize but built for a woman's frame. I ran after her as she headed toward the elevators, begging to know the brand. Her response: 'I don't know, and I have to take it off to tell you.' As the elevator doors shut between us, I stood there stunned. Did she really just refuse to tell me? I'm usually so flattered when a stranger likes my fashion choices, I'm all too happy to share. Isn't there some solidarity rule about this, like not making out with a friend's crush or letting a co-worker walk around with spinach in her teeth?
Am I crazy to be upset? If someone asked you on the street about your outfit, would you offer up the details or give her the brush off?