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.

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween everybody! I hope you all are enjoying your Snicker bars and Reeses. I am in Pomona, Ca, right now. We’re on our way to Disneyland. We’re going for my dad’s birthday. So far, this weekend has been TERRIBLE. My dad bought lots of junk food for the car ride, and my little brother consumed most of it. Because of the sugar rush and his ADHD, we now have a psycho on our hands. My whole family keeps yelling and screaming at each other. Oh, and on top of it all… I caught a major cold, which is on it’s way to looking like the flu. So here I am… Huge fever, face red, anger boiling, dizzy vision, chest congestion, a honking cough… sitting on the steps outside our motel room, because I can’t handle the yelling and screaming. I hope you all have a wonderful time, watching scary movies and stuffing your faces with candy. Hopefully tomorrow will be a new day, everyone will be civil with each other and we might even have fun at the happiest place on earth.