...if it happened to you.
Whilst browsing in the State Street Loehmann's during my lunch break, I had a kinda/sorta meltdown. (Tangent: I have NEVER been more disappointed in a store in my life than the State Street Loehmann's. Besides being a completely uncomfortable shopping experience with the full length windows for walls - like I really want all of my coworkers to walk by and see me bargain shop? - it is grossly cluttered, and overall just a mess. It's more TJ Maxx than Loehmann's, and it pisses me off...end tangent). I had just found a killer pair of gorgeous, white, Nanette Lepore pants that made my ass look outstanding for 75% off, and was walking around with them slung over my arm. I was feeling good.
I wandered over to the dress section and started digging (because that's what you have to do at this Loehmann's...dig), and I saw it... The CUTEST little DVF sundress EVER! This was a good day. I was going to land a DVF dress and a pair of Nanette Lepore pants on the same day. I picked up the dress, and it was a size 12. Panic set it. I started furiously flipping through the rack and saw another one. In a size 2. I attacked the surrounding racks. No more dress. Mother Fuck. I had to have this dress. It was supposed to be mine. It was already packed in the suitcase in my mind and going to LA with me next month.
I grabbed the 12 off the rack and ran back to the dressing rooms to ask if they had it in a 4, 6 or 8 (I'm flexible, and I have a fabulous seamstress). Of course they didn't. I started to think about how much it would cost for a seamstress to make the 12 fit me. And for a fleeting moment I contemplated a breast reduction so the 2 would fit (I'm pathetic, I know, but it was only for a fleeting moment). And then I started to cry. Now granted, I have a lot going on right now, and the crying was definitely more about everything else and less about the dress, but the point of this story is...I cried in Loehmann's.
I'm pathetic.
Posted by TheTrixie at 2:59 PM