Looord, I am tired!
Sample sales have managed to take every ounce of energy out of me. The anxiety, the nerves, the waiting: I’m spent.
So I’m sure you’re wondering if I found anything at Manolo B.
The short answer is “no.” But that wasn’t for a shortage of selections (well it sort’ve was). I’ll explain.
It was a very rainy day in New York:
I had a meeting from 9:30-11 in the morning, so I knew that I couldn’t conceivably make it to the sale until 11:15. I hightailed in to the Warwick hotel right after the meeting, went to the second floor, and after getting a ticket with a letter on it, went into the waiting area.
Yes. Packed to the gills. Gills! Groups were identified by a letter in the alphabet. On my little ticket, I had a “J”. When I sat down, at 11:20, they were on B, and by 12:00, they’d only gotten to D! I had to go back to work, but I decided not to totally punk out like I did the day before…I figured I would come back in an hour or so to see if they called my letter. Besides, I met a girl who told me she came at 1:30pm last year and found shoes no problem.
The sale was closed for the moment, but the rumor was that they were restocking, and would open doors again any minute.
So. An hour later, the doors hadn’t reopened. People started to get upset, and about 5 people left in a huff. I heard phrases like, “Only in New York“and “Why are we doing this?” I stayed on, and finally, after two false starts, they raised the cattle gates.
This is how it was on the ‘inside’:
Ok, it was packed, and I saw many a woman walking by with like 7 bags of shoes under her arm. I came w/ a guy friend, and I was just like, “Look for black pumps, look for black pumps!!!” When he held up a pair of navy slingbacks, I knew I was on my own.
I did see some promising tan pumps in this pile…
but turns out they were a size 39, and I’m clearly a size 41. No dice. The only “gems” I found in my size were a pair of black sandals, and a strappy pair of gold sandals. Everything else I saw were green shoes, pink shoes, leopard print sandals with diamante buckles–just nothing close to what I came there for.
Friends *did* find stuff ( I mean, it was a deal at $100 a pop).
My shopaholic buddy e-mailed me saying, “I just got back and made out with 2 pairs of shoes and scurried back to the office in the rain! I got black satin pointy pumps with velvet trim and a little bow and chestnut fabric pointy slingbacks with chestnut leather piping.” I ran down and snapped some pix:
Another shopper leaving the sale showed me her finds:
So there were definitely cute shoes, but…in the end I decided to save my dollars. As my brother says, “Expensive follows cheap,” and although it would’ve been great to own a pair of deeply discounted Manolos (maybe), it’s more important for me to save my money and get what I really want: black pumps. And I have a feeling that there are no shortcuts. I might just have to save up, go to Barneys, and pay full price.
So no money spent! But I do want to check out the Viktor & Rolf collection debuting at H&M tomorrow (I can swing a $50 dress). Might be another crazy scene…Um, is shopping supposed to be a contact sport???
PS I ran into girls at Manolo B who had been at the Jimmy Choo sale. They said the $75 table was “a joke” and had like one pair of broken flip flops on it. Another lady told me that some shoes were worn and others were broken. Guess I didn’t miss much!
PSS For the future, I’d say that Manolo B is definitely worth it. Next year, I’ll be sure to show up early and ready to rumble!