Wannabe

I love messing with the salespeople at Neiman Marcus.

My family and I recently went on a trip to Los Angeles for the weekend in search of an apartment for me. And in the process, we visited Fashion Island… Yes, Fashion Island. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? I would love to be Gillagin on that type of island. But in reality, it’s not an actual island [insert disappointment] but just huge mall. A beautiful city of a mall.

Of course I wanted to visit all of the major department stores and boutiques. When I saw that they had a Nordstrom, Neiman Marcus and Bloomingdale’s… Oh gosh, I was embarrassing. Just picture a little kid who is visiting Disneyland for the first time… that was me. I’m not saying I’ve never been to those fine establishments before, it’s just a rare experience because those stores are not close to my hometown.

Neiman Marcus is my favorite. Right when I walk into the holy of holies, I get very intimidated from the well dressed employees and the clinically clean floors. Since I have a shoe and purse fetish [Hi, I’m Lauren. And I have a problem] I went straight to those said departments. Oh… oh those shoes… beautiful. My mom and sister tried on Louboutins while I drooled over some feathered Valentino’s.

I then separated from the pack and wandered into the wonderful land of purses. In my wallet, I probably have enough to buy a pack of gum… but what the Neiman Marcus salespeople don’t know, won’t hurt them. I pretend that I’m a very successful career woman and I try on the Balenciaga’s, Louis Vuitton’s, Prada and Gucci. I ask questions about the suede interiors, ask about cleaning techniques, types of leathers. I get the sales person very excited that they might be making a sale… and then I pretend that my mom is calling my cell and I have to go. I know it’s cruel, but it’s more cruel to not let me get a purse. Believe me, I would more than love to help them make commission. One day… that’s all that I can keep telling myself. One day I’ll be able to be a regular customer at Neiman Marcus… If not work there. Oh, but a girl can only dream.