Diane Von Fürstenberg Sample Sale - or the license for lots of big city girls to just go crazy shopping. Although it was almost over on a Sunday afternoon, there was a line in front of the store. Golden rule in NY - anything that's good has to require a wait in line (although not everything that has a line, necessarily needs to be good ;-) On Friday afternoon I walked past the MoMa and there was the longest line you could ever imagine - the line actually wrapped around the block twice I think. At first I thought it must be the free Friday afternoon admission but then I learned it was the Rain Room where the museum has actually instituted a viewing only queue...
Anyway, back to the shopping craze: these designer pieces were admittedly a lot cheaper than regular prices but I probably would not have even looked at them at their regular price , so not sure how much I won there. So after the bouncers (yeah, they don't only have one security guard) took away our coffee and our purses, we entered the happening scene and immediately started digging for gold. Together with at least 500 other girls we were trying to find the best bargain of the day without accidentally buying something already damaged. You were allowed 10 pieces into the fitting room but since there was such a long line for the fitting rooms, even if you didn't like 10 pieces you'd make sure you take as many as you can as you are certainly not getting in line twice. Entering the 'fitting rooms' was hilarious - there were none. It was one big space, hot, humid, sweaty, filled with lots of girls getting undressed (yeah, sounds like a guys' dream but actually, I don't think so). One bossy shop assistant kept on yelling: 'Ladies, remember that there are people waiting in line, so hurry up and pass any items you do not want to me.' It was close to impossible to get a glimpse of yourself in this great designer dress in the mirror as there were always at least 20 other girls trying to do the same. But peer pressure worked and of course I found a dress and then decided to escape before I was ready to faint. But exiting the so-called fitting room, something weird happened, I was getting second thoughts - why didn't I try that shirt on- and man, that skirt looked great on that woman, maybe I should try it. But getting in line again was not an option - so guess what - it's such a mess anyway - ignore the sign: and just try on that shirt in the middle of the store. Noone said anything (I actually like that- in contrast to Germany, there are lots of rules and regulations that people really don't stick to, same happened with lots of people bringing their bottle of wine at the outdoor movie last night). Oh well, so of course in the end, I decided to buy more than I actually needed. But the fight for the reduced dresses was definitely an experience...
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