In the mirror you can see my mom's Tevas.
We went mainly for my dad to get some new suits. There was no place to try on clothes for men, because it was a warehouse and everything. So my dad stayed on the bottom floor had to try on a pair of pants in the aisle (which was exceedingly humiliating, since I was the one blocking off the aisle from chicer shoppers). My mom and I ventured upstairs to where all the woman's attire was kept.
And man, when we walked up that staircase, my jaw hit the floor and (in my imagination... *sigh*) my braces shattered.
There were racks upon racks of glittering clothing that stretched on for miles it seemed like, organized by designer. And there were tons of designers. Designers I haven't even heard of. And I thought I knew my designers!!
Seeing designer clothes up close and personal and in real life was so much different then they looked online or in magazines. Some of the clothes were intricately tailored and simply beautiful. But a lot of the clothes looked like something you could have ordered off of HalloweenExpress.com for hundreds of bucks cheaper.
A lot of the clothes were ugly.
But I felt so second rate standing next to rows and rows of Balenciaga, which I always read as Balengelica because my vision isn't 20/20 (once I got lost in an indoor tennis facility because I read the door as "no tennis courts" when it really said "to tennis courts" and somehow I found myself in the basement...). So I shouted to my mom "hey let's go look at Balengelica" and I quickly got a series of weird looks from all of the stylish New Yorkers (who probably all worked in the fashion industry) around me.
My mom didn't seem to get the concept of "high fashion." She held up an ugly Acne dress to me and practically shouted, "look at this Jen!! $900!! It looks like it's from TjMaxx!!" A nearby stylish New Yorker chuckled and resumed her shopping, while I squirmed in my H&M "crop top", feeling totally out of place.
We didn't get to see the good designers by my standards, but the ones that we did see weren't "fashionable." The labels might have been fashionable. But the garments themselves looked like over sized Barbie clothes from the 70s'.
*Sorry if I dissed any of your favorite designers. I'm not sure that dress was Acne. Either way.*
Yes I know this is Wednesday...