I'm not a label whore. I can appreciate a well-constructed and/or artistically-rendered garment, and there are certain designers whose handiwork I quite consistently admire, but......I am never soooooo overwhelmed by the prospect of a label that I will pay any price to attain it.
However, I am a bargain whore.
When I can attain a label for pennies on the dollar, that generates a pretty good buzz. At the risk of sounding like a compensated spokes-shopper (I wish), thank god for the likes of Marshall's and Ross and T.J. Maxx. They often even do me the courtesy of leaving the original retailer's labels on the garments, which allows me that special moment when my eyeballs roll back into their sockets as I shudder in ecstasy over the price I'm actually paying for said item. This doesn't freak out the Russian grannies from a few aisles over as much as you might expect. Discount shopping isn't for pansies. They know this.
But I digress.
Part of the thrill of this sort of treasure hunt includes the after-gloat. Here's an example of a recent haul from Marshall's.
Item #1: An olive/beige-y BCBG tunic tank which didn't look like much on the hanger, but turned out to be particularly flattering in the mirror. Original price: $78.00. Marshall's sale price: $5.00.
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.
Item #2: An orange Michael Kors tunic with freakin' groovy stud detail. Original price: $79.50. Marshall's sale price: $5.00, again.
Suh-weet. (P.S.: Suck it, retailers!)
At a time when I would otherwise feel guilty about indulging in any form of retail therapy, it's nice to still be able to get a buzz on for the price of a couple of cups of designer coffee.
Yeeeeeeehaw.
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