In honor of the LSL blog first anniversary, I am re-publishing the first post. An anniversary tale will soon be forthcoming....
Below is the photo of my last big find, or as my fearless shopping companion V calls them, the "Red Carpet" shoes. What's more, they were 50% off the original price. Okay, so that's 50% off of $1000, but this is wearable art. Can you really price a Gaugin or Van Gogh? By the way, this little treasure was excavated from the racks of Barney's the second week of July, which is when they typically make their final markdown for spring lines (shopping tip #1!). Barney's tip #2- you'll find a better selection and items are in better condition at the main store on the last week of the season sales, than at the warehouse sale, with the exception of men's clothing. However, my most pilgrimaged house of worship is on 57th and Fifth Ave- that's Bergdorf Goodman if you have to ask (and if you did have to ask, you're meditating on the wrong blog). I can't bring myself to reveal the best time to save your dime at BG's yet, for fear of competition from the other 3 million female competitors in NYC. Women at shoe sales are a true Darwinian experience- only the fittest survive. Back to my story- I call V my shopping companion and not partner, as she has the most admirable sense of retail self control. Picture us at the Jimmy Choo boutique: Abigail, the most infectious shoe-natic sales rep, fast at work charging up my plastic passport to consumerism, turns to V and asks if she can show her something. V stoically sits with her hands in her lap and replies simply, "No, I have to go [home] this year"- apparently, 600 hundred dollar shoes are not in that budget. V buys her shoes for 15 dollars and has not once bought a garment nor shoe on any of our outings. I, on the other hand, will eat Cup O'Noodles for 2 months for the perfect pair of Jimmy Choo strappy sandals. Actually, before I was more financially endowed, I really did live off dried fried noodles, peanut M&Ms and Doritos for fashion. What's the old saying about sacrificing for one's art? I believe every female pride (that's a National Geographic reference) has someone like V to balance the irrational spenders such as myself. She's the yin to my yang in the shopping universe.
Below is the photo of my last big find, or as my fearless shopping companion V calls them, the "Red Carpet" shoes. What's more, they were 50% off the original price. Okay, so that's 50% off of $1000, but this is wearable art. Can you really price a Gaugin or Van Gogh? By the way, this little treasure was excavated from the racks of Barney's the second week of July, which is when they typically make their final markdown for spring lines (shopping tip #1!). Barney's tip #2- you'll find a better selection and items are in better condition at the main store on the last week of the season sales, than at the warehouse sale, with the exception of men's clothing. However, my most pilgrimaged house of worship is on 57th and Fifth Ave- that's Bergdorf Goodman if you have to ask (and if you did have to ask, you're meditating on the wrong blog). I can't bring myself to reveal the best time to save your dime at BG's yet, for fear of competition from the other 3 million female competitors in NYC. Women at shoe sales are a true Darwinian experience- only the fittest survive. Back to my story- I call V my shopping companion and not partner, as she has the most admirable sense of retail self control. Picture us at the Jimmy Choo boutique: Abigail, the most infectious shoe-natic sales rep, fast at work charging up my plastic passport to consumerism, turns to V and asks if she can show her something. V stoically sits with her hands in her lap and replies simply, "No, I have to go [home] this year"- apparently, 600 hundred dollar shoes are not in that budget. V buys her shoes for 15 dollars and has not once bought a garment nor shoe on any of our outings. I, on the other hand, will eat Cup O'Noodles for 2 months for the perfect pair of Jimmy Choo strappy sandals. Actually, before I was more financially endowed, I really did live off dried fried noodles, peanut M&Ms and Doritos for fashion. What's the old saying about sacrificing for one's art? I believe every female pride (that's a National Geographic reference) has someone like V to balance the irrational spenders such as myself. She's the yin to my yang in the shopping universe.
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Happy Anniversary!
I've enjoyed reading about your shopping finds and adventures.
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