Last night, I expressed my (apparently very unpopular) opinion on Lilly for Target. I’m just not that excited about it y’all, and it’s probably not for the reasons you think. I was shocked at the backlash my opinion was receiving; not that people didn’t agree, but because grown adults were so uncivil about their disagreement! Because I had a differing opinion on a clothing brand, I was now a snob, elitist, pretentious, pessimistic, and my daddy financed my life. I honestly felt like I was back in middle school! (I even deleted my twitter because the negativity was so draining and overwhelming.) I am so thankful that we live in a country where we can all voice our opinions, but I wish people weren’t so quick to straight up bash someone else’s opinion.
I grew up in a very rural community, and I’ve lived in smaller towns in East Tennessee my entire life. The mall here is pretty basic – Belk, JC Penney, and Sears are the anchors; American Eagle and Victoria’s Secret are the “trendy” stores. There’s a mile 30 minutes away with a little more – Dick’s, Hollister, A&F, Forever 21. I remember just how excited I would get when my mom told me we were going to Knoxville to go shopping! We would go a few times a year – Christmas shopping, back to school shopping, and Easter dress shopping. Because of this, shopping has always been about “the experience” to me. There was something so fun about getting up early, making that long drive, having food court food for lunch, and visiting the HUGE Barnes & Noble on the way home.
As I got older and more into fashion, I would hoard my money from holidays and working at my mom’s business, and then buy a new back to school wardrobe when we went on vacation. It was something that I looked forward to all year! I will never forget the year my dad took me to Macy’s in NYC around Christmastime while we were there visiting family. My eyes had to be the size of silver dollars the entire time I was in that place. I even remember the first time I went to an H&M! To me, it was something new and exciting because we didn’t have those at home, and it wasn’t available online.
Going shopping for Lilly Pulitzer dresses was a whole new level of special! My mom surprised me with my first Lilly dress after a trip to Vanderbilt… My cancer was gone, and it was a cause for celebration! (It was also an attempt to get me to wear a sleeveless dress, since it was May and I was still wearing long sleeves to avoid showing the surgery scars on my arm.) For my twenty-first birthday, we drove up to Asheville, and I picked out the most amazing dress ever for my birthday celebrations. My boyfriend bought me the cutest Lilly earrings for our first Christmas together. All of my Lilly dresses and items are connected to an event or a memory, and that’s why I love them so much.
So when I say that I’m not excited about Lilly at Target, it’s because in my eyes, at least temporarily, the experience is gone. It’s not exciting to me that I can scoop up a new Lilly and a 12 pack of toilet paper at the same store less than ten minutes from my house. But I am pretty excited about that Lilly hammock I keep hearing about, and I keep trying to think of what in the world I could do with it. (That would definitely be an experience… and probably a trip to the hospital.)
So what I’m using all of that to say is that just because someone has a different opinion than you doesn’t make them wrong or right, and really doesn’t open up the opportunity to bash them. Always remember – you attract more flies with honey than you do with vinegar 😉
That’s my opinion… Now I would love to hear yours. 🙂