No Sale For You!
I was jaunting around Soho yesterday, window shopping after my triumphant Uniqlo experience, and found myself wanting to enter every single store I passed. It wasn’t the merchandise. It was those goddamn SALE signs.
Where fashion’s concerned, there’s only one Sin City. New York is the late-night slice, the one-more drink, the bummed cigarette and the one-night stand of shopping. It’s where all those pretty things you don’t need come together and throw themselves at you. Never is this city of excess more irresistible than when its offerings go on sale.
During my walk, the forces of temptation chipped away at my resolve via 50% OFF! and EVERYTHING MUST GO! signs enough to cloud my judgment. I caved right in front of Lounge’s Going Out Of Business Sale and/or Relocation Sale, and immediately bee-lined for the price-slashed shoe selection. It wasn’t until I was petting a Marc Jacobs platform peep-toe pump that I snapped out of it: I did NOT need another pair of shoes, and I REALLY did not need to spend more money. Yes, $175 is a good deal for shoes that retail for $550; spending half of that on a night out with my besties is a better one. MJ pumps might last a long time. But memories of martini-induced debauchery last fo eva.
My fellow New York beotches, listen up: When the SALE signs inevitably tempt you, go D.A.R.E. on their asses and JUST SAY NO. I know it’s tough. I know we’re as rational about shopping as we are about dating (i.e. all kinds of crazy). Just ask yourself if you would’ve gone into that store sans signage, or if you’re “just browsing” because the SALE sign made you do it. (Affirmative to the latter, 99.9999% of the time). Then move on, dollface.
Congratulations. You just bought yourself some willpower.
























