Alright, so today I’m gonna talk about that Princess Polly Goldsmith jacket. You’ve probably seen it, right? It was everywhere for a hot minute, and I, like many others, got sucked into the vortex of needing it. My journey with this particular piece of clothing was, well, a journey.
The Hype Got Me
It all started, as these things often do, with scrolling. I kept seeing this jacket pop up on my feed. Different people, different styles, but always that same shiny, kinda cool-looking jacket. I resisted for a while, I really did. I told myself, “You don’t need another jacket.” But the algorithm, man, it’s a persistent beast. It just kept showing up, looking all effortless and chic on everyone else.
So, one evening, after probably seeing it for the tenth time that day, I just went for it. Click, click, add to cart. I found a discount code, which made me feel a bit better about the impulse, and then I hit “purchase.” There, done. Now the waiting game.
Unboxing and First Thoughts
When the package finally arrived, I was pretty stoked. I remember tearing it open on my kitchen counter. First impression? It was… gold. Definitely gold. The material itself felt, I don’t know, a bit lighter than I’d imagined. Not flimsy, exactly, but not like a super hefty, expensive-feeling piece either. It was more like a trendy fashion piece, which, to be fair, is what it is.
I tried it on straight away. The fit was okay, pretty much what I expected from the sizing chart. It had that slightly oversized, cool-girl vibe they show in the pictures. So far, so good, I thought. I hung it up, already picturing the outfits.
Wearing It Out – The Real Test
The first time I wore it out was for a casual dinner with friends. I paired it with some black jeans and a simple top. I thought it looked pretty decent in the mirror before I left. Here’s the thing, though. Throughout the evening, I felt a bit… self-conscious? Not in a bad way, like something was wrong, but more like I was very aware I was wearing the Goldsmith jacket. It felt a bit like wearing a costume of a trendy person, rather than just being me in a cool jacket.
I got a few compliments, mostly from people who also recognized it. “Oh, you got the Goldsmith jacket!” That kind of thing. Which is fine, but it made me realize it was more about the item’s internet fame than how it actually looked on me.
- It definitely photographed well, I’ll give it that. Snapped a quick pic, and it looked good.
- It wasn’t uncomfortable, but the material wasn’t super breathable. Just something I noticed.
I wore it a couple more times after that. Each time, it was a similar feeling. It looked fine, it did the job of being a shiny gold jacket, but it never quite felt like my jacket, you know? It always felt like Princess Polly’s jacket that I was just borrowing for the trend.
Where It Is Now
So, where is the famous Goldsmith jacket now? It’s hanging in my closet. It doesn’t get much airtime these days, if I’m being honest. I look at it, and it’s a reminder of that particular trend wave. No regrets buying it, exactly. It was an experience, and it scratched that itch of wanting to try the hyped item.
But it also taught me a bit about my own style and how I feel in clothes. Sometimes, the things that look amazing online or on other people just don’t translate to making me feel amazing. And that’s okay. It’s now one of those pieces I’ll probably pass on to a friend or sell, eventually. It served its purpose for a moment, but its moment in my wardrobe has probably passed. For now, it’s just a shiny gold reminder of a time I really, really thought I needed that jacket.
