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Success at the Scarehouse Sale

Here’s the full report on the damage Mom and I did at Barney’s Warehouse Sale. When I hit sales of the Barney’s ilk, I ask myself the following question before committing to a particular item: Would I still want this if it wasn’t on sale? This ensures that I’m not duped into buying solely because it’s a good deal. Newsflash, ladies: Buying something at 75% off doth not equate to saving money. Spending less might give you peace of mind, but - let’s not kid ourselves - it’s still spending. Just make sure you waste your dough wisely (if that makes any sense).

This beige shrug isn’t just a fab layering piece that’ll get me through many Falls and Winters to come. It’s also 100% cashmere. Yummy. $495 is an utterly absurd price to pay for a top; $249 isn’t much better. But $119 for the kind of quality and versatility that’s eternally In? That I can do.

I’ve been on the hunt for straight-leg rocker jeans for quite some time now. The subtle vertical stripe on these on Superfines is a nice touch, and the slight flare at the ankle means they can be worn with heels sans excessive bunching - they actually manage to be more JAPtastic than hipster. Superfines usually retail for around $180; these were $99. Me likey.

This gray, cashmere blend sweater has a sexy, low-cut back and feels like pajamas. Basically, I’ll live in it.

At $69, it was probs the cheapest thing at the Barney’s Warehouse Sale. So it’s only fitting that it now belongs to me

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Barney’s Warehouse Sale…with Mom

Mom was in the city yesterday, and I’d planned on introducing her to Century 21. An hour before we were scheduled to meet, I received the following text:

Barney’s Warehouse Sale starts tomorrow, 50-75% off. Are you game? I wouldn’t possibly consider going into this one without you.

I immediately broke into a cold sweat. But I knew the Barney’s Warehouse Sale was more up Mom’s alley than Century 21. I also knew she’d be footing the bill.

When I met her inside, she’d already accumulated an armful of goodies. She seemed immune to the throngs of half-naked women trying things on, and meandered through the racks with experienced grace. Inspired by her courage under fire, I put on my game face and started filling a massive plastic trashbag of my own with designer-discount fare. It wasn’t until we were ready to try our things on that things went awry.

Mom: Umm, problem.
Me: What?
Mom: I’m not wearing a bra.
Me: You didn’t wear a BRA to the Barney’s Warehouse Sale?!!
Mom: Well, I didn’t know there wouldn’t be dressing rooms. Here, hold this.

So there we were: Me, holding up a $1000 Lanvin coat to cover my Mom so she didn’t expose herself whilst trying on Diane von Furstenberg frocks. Continue reading →