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Have you ever been told you couldn’t do something, and then be more inclined to do it? This is the absolute story of my life. If someone tell’s me I can’t do something, I will go above and beyond to prove a point. In today’s example, it was having a sold out Rag&Bone bag, only displayed on the mannequin.
My train of thought took me back to my buying class in college where we were taught that you should CLEARLY only display merchandise in your window, that are indeed in stock. So figuratively speaking, I enter the store and find a sales associate. The women was most unhelpful and acted like I had three heads when I asked her where the bag was.
It wasn’t one of the three “B’s” (Bergdorfs, Barneys, OR Bendels) so how was I supposed to know their disorderly store layout? Finally after insisting she, at least check the “backstock” for the bag, I decided that I should take the bag, off of the mannequins hand and dash to the closest cash register. And thats exactly what I did.
So the same theory applies to life. When someone tells you, that you cant do something, prove them wrong and walk away smiling. As long as it is legal of course.
Ever since my little trip into the container store, and witnessing all sorts of organization maniacs, I have got to admit that I have found myself organizing the most laborious things in the world. Including: closets, cabinets and shoes. I also decided to purchase, and decorate a towel organizer for my guest room. Enough said. On the positive side of being a shopaholic, I am shocked at the amount of sales going on all over Manhattan.
So all in all today has been a decent day. A new dress, a peplum shirt (my new obsession), and a new bag that I switched over mid snow storm, in a taxi. I also was probably one of the only people walking along fifth avenue in a snow storm holding a large coffee frappachino light, and not a hot chocolate. However, it did taste delicious and was totally worth being freezing for.
As for the next few days, Mauro (my incredible boyfriend whom I often refer to) will be staying with me. Unlike when we were stuck inside for Sandy (the hurricane) and I had an extreme case of cabin fever, (and possibly one or two hissy fits at the fact that we couldn’t go out, and were confined to a diet of poptarts and special k) I am looking BEYOND excited for the week ahead of us. We already have the Americana, Pedicures, and Il Mulino on the to do list.
