|Coat and Jewelry Racks at the J. Crew Sample Sale|
Is a crazy sale really worth forgiving?
To read more of the ordeal, click the next page. It's got pretty pictures of shoes, I swear. Click!
|Front of line meet back of line.|
J. Crew's sale was a combination of pros, cons, and a whole lot of mess. Getting to the sale at around 3:00, I expected a couple things. Firstly, that the sale probably would have died down as it was the last day in the late afternoon. Clearly, I was wrong. The line went from the store front over a block to where the subway station was. No matter, undeterred, I stuck it out for a relatively quick 20 minutes. Inside, we deposited our purses, as to be expected.
*Sample sale rule number 1: bring a smaller backup purse or wallet in addition to your bag in case you have to check things in.
|Where good shoes go to live, and where leather boots go to die.|
The inside was a packed mess. Aisles between racks were about 2 feet wide, and stuffed with people. Clothes and people were everywhere. The space was filled to the brim with people and clothes. Worst and possibly most shocking of all was that there were no fitting rooms. Blasphemy. However, the prices were so good, with an additional 30% off of the already 70% off original price pieces. I had piled up in my hands a Majesty pea coat for $105, Valentina nude patent pumps for $70, the Sinclair dress for $60, and sweaters/shirts for under $25. And then, like the psychotic deal obsessed freak I am, I bought them all! I found a spare corner in the children's section, awkwardly tried everything on while wedging my wallet between my legs and tried on my clothes. The sight made for great slapstick comedy.
*Sample sale rule number 2: bring a friend who will hold your stuff for you and make sure no one steals any of it. It happens. Too often.
I'm not sure if I forgive this sale completely. Coming out of it was like stepping out of a retail war-zone -- battered and a little bit emotionally damaged from the grabbing and clawing. I forgive the sale halfheartedly, as I am not one to complain about well-priced goods. Instead of continuing the great challenge, I decided to sleep at my friend Ashley's place instead. Call me weak, but I'd rather curl up in front of a warm bed and a laptop filled with Netflix.
What do you think lovelies? Would you have forgiven this sale? Holler at your girl down below!