Damn You Off Fifth!

Off Fifth is Saks Fifth Avenue's outlet store in case you didn't know. They have the most ridiculous sales, where you buy one thing and get something else for 50% off. This weekend the Westbury store was having a sale on shoes, boots and handbags. I found a pair of boots. Patent leather Coach...



What do you think?

Nordstrom's The Rack was also having a sale, 15% off of all non Clearance merchandise. I got a Diane von Furstenberg silk shirt dress for $80. Mommy was absolutely no help in curbbing my spending. "Well, they are real patent leather Troubsy, and they fit your skinny ass leg. You've got 30 days to return them..." " Ooooo, thats going to look really nice on you and its so well made." I got her a pair of Swavorski (sp? ) earrings from Off Fifth.

Then we went to Macy's in Roosevelt Field Mall. Would you believe that they don't sell BCBG or French Connection at that store? Well actually they were missing alot of the brands that I go to for work clothes. I wondered around the woman's comtemporary floor for like 30 minutes and didn't see a damn thing comtemporary. Mommy of course loves that Macy's. It's either clothes for women Mommy's age or clothes for teengers. I did see a couple of cute wool jackets but nothing that I wanted to buy.

So since I was in the mall I went to the BCBG store (if youre thinking thats why they dont have BCBG in Macy's, Mommy would agree with you, but I still say thats stoopid specially since the BCBG is small) I walk in and there are like 5 sales women for this one tiny assed store and they are all standing at the register yukkin it up, loudly. So I'm there for like 10 minutes. I'm turning pants inside out (checking for fabric content and to see the stiching), I'm checking to see if shit has a lining, how the embellishments are attached. I'm bascially being my mothers daughter (she sews and will stand in the middle of a store and tell you exactly what they did wrong or right with a garment, if she can't find anything wrong, you'd besta buy it) plus I'm a little off put that none of these retail bitches are even acknowledging my presence so I'm making a little bit of a mess as well. I can admit that I look a little young, but I dont know many teenagers that are checking out career spearates in BCBG. And its not like I'm in sweats or something. I had on my off white BGBG short sleeve sweater, J Brand Doll Jeans, some tan suede Kors lace up wedge booties, carrying my Botiker bag and rocking my banging Coach shades. Granted you wouldn't know to look at me who made any of the stuff that I had on, except for maybe the sunglasses, but I was polished.

Then here comes Mommy, and she picks up right away on whats going down. All of a sudden 2 sales bitches are jumping through hoops to ask Mommy if she needs some help. "Well, first off I dont wear this stuff, and I'm not the one with the money, my daughter is. You know the nicely dressed young lady whos been in your store for about 15 minutes. I may not be the one with the money, but I sure as hell can stop her from spending it, come on Troub lets get out of here." Not that I was gonna give any of them my chippers but still Mommy rocks. Just don't call her heat increases hot flashes, she'll go off on you. I learned that about 20 minutes later in the car when I tried to turn off the air conditioner (it was like 50 degrees outside!)