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Intermix Sample Sale: Full Report

If I had to choose one item to buy in every single color, it would be a Theory, One-Size-Fits-All, Nylon/Elastane blend Tank. I own a beige one that’s seen better days. I wear it layered during the day and by itself at night; it manages to be both the sexiest and the most versatile article of clothing I own. I found a few variations of said Theory tank at the Intermix Sample Sale and knew immediately what I’d be spending my dough on. What I didn’t know was how little I’d ultimately spend.

The bodysuit pictured was originally $120. Its sample sale price was $49 - more than reasonable for something fab, body-conscious and Theory. I also snagged a Theory black tank, figuring it’d be far less than its $90 retail price as it was marked “damaged” (i.e. one thread was out of place), and a pair of Intermix leggings in the $9 bin (originally priced at $68, what the eff were they thinking).

I stepped up to the register expecting to be out at least a hundred bucks. So you can imagine my shock when the salesgirl chirped, “Your total is twenty-seven dollars.”
Huh?
I needed an explanation.
“The leggings were $9, oh, and all Theory tanks are $9 too…”
Right. But what about the $49 bodysuit?
She smiled, and shrugged. “Looks like a tank top to me.”
I thanked the shopping gods for shedding a little light, and bolted for the door.

Bodysuit, Theory, $9; Skirt, Go International for Target, $8.71; Necklace, P.S. 321 Flea Market $3. This might just be the cheapest outfit I own. Not that it looks it.

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Intermix: It’s the S-H-I-T!

I can’t post pics of my purchases from Intermix’s sample sale because they’re too wrinkled for their close-ups at the moment: Rest assured, they will be integrated with other items and photographed in outfit form for your viewing pleasure shortly. I can, however, gush about the unexpected awesomeness of said sale. For serious - I’ve never been more impressed by a discount shopping operation in my LIFE.

If sample sales busted out the fisticuffs, Intermix would kick Barney’s ass all over town. Firstly, the massive amount of apparel was organized according to item, size and even material. Jeans and pants were on separate racks; blouses and tees occupied different spaces; long jersey dresses were opposite short, chiffon party frocks. Nextly, the amount of smiling staffers not only kept things in their right place, but also managed to create a calm atmosphere despite the potentially volatile shoppers. Lastly, the music rocked. I don’t know if someone was dee-jaying or what, but the tunes put some extra bounce into everyone’s Havaianas, fo sho. The dressing room (pictured) was obvs a disaster area, but the fact that there even was one was more than enough.

While there was the usual don’t-touch-that-it’s-mine-ness from fellow shoppers, there were also some genuinely nice girls in attendance: One held a kickass, striped blazer as I browsed a rack nearby and had a puzzled look on her face. “That’s fabulous,” I offered. “Thanks! I’m torn between the navy and the red one, what do you think?” I suggested that, unless she was obsessed with red, navy was probably more versatile, she thanked me for my help and we parted ways amicably.

Intermix’s sample sale prices were remarkably reasonable too, but that’s another story for another post. Let’s just say my eyes almost popped out of my head when I realized how little I’d spent.