My Little Problem

How are we feeling about vests? I, personally, am feeling ashamed, like I took a sketchy lover to bed and am now, somehow, caught up in an irresistible web of danger. Here's what happened: I had flirted with the idea of vests since, like, last spring, when they started showing up with cute shorts and T-shirts. But I felt conflicted. Were these pieces the best of the late '80s, like Mary Stuart Masterson in Some Kind of Wonderful? Or were they too much like a my-first-waitress uniform, only missing bits of flair? Then I saw one at Forever 21, and it was cheap, and so I bought it. And now, well, I CAN'T STOP WEARING THIS VEST. I've worn it over dresses and button-downs and with a striped long-sleeved tee. Today, I've paired it with a fetching floral-print turtleneck. It's becoming a fashion security blanket, my outfits seem unfinished without it, and I know this whole mess has to stop. But before it does, I think I'll buy just one more, this time with subtle stripes.