yesterday i went to a lingerie sample sale and even though this was maybe the second time i’ve attempted to buy underwear somewhere other than a gapbody 100% organic cotton snooze-a-thon, the wise women of the changing room decided i was their sexywear samurai. seriously, it was nonstop. “does this fit?” (nope). “does make me look fat?” (yup). “100% silk stretches, right?” (wrong). “which one’s better?” (neither). i almost gave up and walked out until this sweet young thing tapped me on the shoulder:
her: excuse me.
her: [lifts up shirt] do you think see-through bras are weird?
me: do i think they’re weird?
her: yea, like do you think seeing this part [points to her boobs] is weird?
me: [pauses, thinks] no, i don’t it’s weird. i just– is someone else going to see it?
her: ummm … maybe. probably?
me: well, i don’t think they’re weird i just think [pauses, actually thinks] i think when someone else sees you in nothing but your bra and underwear, you’re at your most naked, your most vulnerable and the last thing you want to feel in that moment is unsafe or uncomfortable or uncertain. so i would have to say, if wearing a see-through bra makes you question your choices or feel unsafe or uncomfortable or uncertain in any way, don’t get it. don’t wear it.
her: [pauses, thinks] good point. thanks.
me: no problem.
go get laid.
Elli Rose’s Shoes Don’t Suck. The Selby
Last night, I went to Olive & Bette’s one-day sample sale in the West Village and purchased an office/opera appropriate Trina Turk dress for 75% off. This dress, mind you, is the exact same dress I had on my Hanukkah List this past December. Score! Seriously, thanks to Sir Timothy Berners-Lee, the internet exists today so city folk (ie ambitious transplants) who like to shop and wear nice things never have to pay retail again. If your internet access is limited or non-existent, no whining. Instead, head directly to your local nypl or apple store posthaste. Eh hem, and now it is time to announce the nominees for best sample sale resource:
1. ..NY Magazine’s Sales & Bargains
2. ..Refinery29’s NYC Sales
3. ..Gilt Groupe (online only)
And the winner is. . . . .being stacked and super fly.
On my walk to work this morning I forgot how old I was.
Am I 21? Nope. 22? Hmm. I think that was last year. . .
OMG blanks. I’m drawing blanks! How old am I?!
I had to do the math to stop freaking out.
Way to start the day off scary, Marsh.
Oh! Speaking of scary, I’ve also begun the horrendously terrifying yet ever-so-popular NYC life test of trying to find an apartment . . . in Brooklyn! I’ve wanted to make this move for a while now and it’s seriously exciting albeit daunting/nerve-racking that by October 1st (fingers crossed) I will be all packed, moved, and on my way to living in a borough that feels more like my favorite pair of sample sale cut-offs rather than that seriously X-rated spandex leotard I still can’t convince myself to wear out in public.
Read: too much sexy makes this baby go blind.
- 125 W. 18th Street. New York, NY
Today I went to the Jimmy Choo sample sale during lunch with my coworker Andrea. And by went, I mean we took one look at the heinous line that stretched all the way up 18th street, along 6th Ave, and half way down 19th street and promptly decided to go to Bed Bath & Beyond instead. Jimmy Choo’s for $75? No, thanks. Travel size deodorant for $1.99? Oh, hell yes!