Alright, let’s gab about this Ralph Lauren Polo Stadium thing. I don’t know much about fancy clothes, ya know, but I’ve heard folks talkin’. So, here’s what I reckon.
First off, this Ralph Lauren fella, he’s got this company, been around since, what, 1967? That’s a long time, even longer than I’ve been plantin’ taters! They call it a “luxury” company, which just means expensive, I guess. Like them fancy cars city folk drive. They make all sorts of stuff, clothes and whatnot, but this Polo Stadium thing seems special.
Now, this Polo fella, he ain’t a real person, it’s just a picture on a shirt. A fella on a horse, hittin’ a ball. They say it’s a “logo”. Funny thing is, they say this Ralph fella likes basketball more, but he put a horse guy on his shirts. Goes to show ya, city folk are strange.
- Them Clothes: They say these Polo Stadium clothes are real nice. Made of good stuff, like that soft cotton and wool. Not like the scratchy stuff I used to wear. They say it takes a lot of work to make ’em, so that’s why they cost so much. A shirt can cost more than my whole week’s groceries! Heard they got this “Purple Label” too, that’s the real fancy stuff, the kind you’d only wear to church if you were the preacher’s wife.
- Why So Much? Well, like I said, they use good stuff to make ’em. And they spend a lot of time makin’ ’em, I guess. Plus, that Ralph fella, he’s got a name, so he can charge more. It’s like when old man Johnson started selling his tomatoes for double the price just because he won a ribbon at the county fair, same tomatoes, just a fancier name. They call it “premium materials” and “intricate craftsmanship”. Sounds fancy, but it just means they ain’t usin’ no cheap cloth and them city folks sewing it ain’t in a hurry.
- Who Buys This Stuff? Beats me. Rich folks, I reckon. People with more money than sense, if you ask me. I can’t imagine spendin’ that much on a shirt. I’d rather buy a whole flock of chickens for that price! But hey, to each their own. They probably ain’t never had to patch a pair of overalls in their life.
They say this Ralph Lauren Polo Stadium collection is supposed to be somethin’ special. Like, they bring it back every now and then, and folks get all excited. Like when the ice cream truck comes to town, only a whole lot more expensive. It’s all about lookin’ good, I guess. Reminds me of my daughter, always primpin’ herself in front of the mirror before church. She’d spend hours trying to get that just right look even if it meant she’d be late and miss the sermon.
Is it worth it? Well, that depends on what you think is important. If you got money to burn and you want to look fancy, then maybe. But if you’re like me, and you’d rather have a good meal and a warm bed, then probably not. I’d rather spend my money on somethin’ that’ll last, like a good cast iron skillet or a sturdy pair of work boots. Them fancy clothes, they’ll wear out just like anything else.
I heard some folks buy this stuff and then just keep it, never wear it. They call it “collectin’”. Sounds like a waste to me. Like buyin’ a good cow and never milkin’ her. But what do I know? I’m just an old woman who likes her clothes comfortable and her pockets full of seeds for plantin’. I’ve seen trends come and go, and I figure this Ralph Lauren thing is just another one of them.
But hey, if it makes people happy, then I guess it’s alright. Just don’t go spendin’ your rent money on it. There’s more important things in life than fancy clothes. You need a roof over your head, food on the table, and good company around you. That’s what really matters, not some horse on a shirt. Though, I do like horses, always have. Maybe that Ralph fella is onto somethin’ after all.
So, that’s my two cents on this Ralph Lauren Polo Stadium business. It’s expensive, it’s fancy, and it’s probably not for folks like me. But hey, it’s a free country, you can spend your money on whatever you want. Just don’t forget where you came from, and don’t be lookin’ down on folks who ain’t got as much as you. That’s the most important thing, no matter how fancy your clothes are.
And that’s all I got to say about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got to go check on my chickens.
