Fashion victim

So desperate to be in vogue
all logic had deserted her,
and two hundred pairs of shoes
always made the next step difficult.
"There ought to be a fashion forecast", she would say;
"Thursday will be mainly blue with bottle green accessories,
the outlook for the weekend is fake fur.
Then we'd know where we are."

Who decided definitively what was 'in' or 'out'?
Telly? Tabloid? Magazine?
One man's Milan is another man's Paris,
she tried to philosophise, but reason
went out of the window with each new season.
And when she bought back all her Oxfam cast-offs
her reputation circulated with the clothes.

Millinery finally got her.
Too close to the root of her obsession,
she could stick her head in the sand no longer.
No-one knows what is 'the' head-gear
at any given time of year, so she,
in an unbearably unfinished state,
went mad by hats.
And when they came to put the straightjacket on her,
all she could say was "Label?"