It’s Raining Prada
I recently realized a few things about myself – I don’t have the patience to search through racks to find good bargains, I don’t deal well with crowds of shoppers, and I’d much rather pay full price for something than battle with 20 other people to get the last pair of Jimmy Choo’s at a whopping 15% discount. (Disclaimer: I don’t own a single pair of Jimmy Choo’s.)
In short, I am not a shopper.
So imagine my shock when I unexpectedly found myself at Saks Fifth Avenue yesterday…
I not only went to Saks for the first time in 5 years (?) but I went shopping in the shoe department…during an “up to 70% off” sale…that was in effect ONLY between the hours of 10 am and 1 pm. Sheer madness, I tell you.
I must have lost my mind, right? I mean, why else would anyone willingly throw themselves into the chaos of the Beverly Hills lunch crowd during the 3-hour sale of the season?
There is one reason and one reason only to explain the fact that I braved the terrifying crowds of spoiled Beverly Hills teens and botoxed soccer moms.
My mother-in-law asked me to.
It’s been about 24 hours since I was shoved out-of-the-way so someone could reach the size 37 1/2 Ferragamos that just happened to be in front of me. Physically I have almost recovered. Mentally…well, it might take a while.
But my mother-in-law, the same lady who used her fingers to debone chicken for me (back when I ate meat) so that I didn’t get grossed out by the bone being on my plate, was grateful I was able to purchase the shoes that she wanted. And that made it all worth it in the end.
Potential scars and all.