Barney's Warehouse Sale

This is actually my first time going to Barney's Warehouse sale. I felt like I was entering a secret entrance into a good selection of finds, hopefully. I knew I wouldn't find many things, because I have little patience going through racks and racks of mess. Women and men were waiting in line to get in, and I thought to myself how it must be worth it. As my friend and I enter, I check in my bag and prepare with my wallet. I was definitely not going to drop a lot of money today. (It's called: I have a lot of bills lately.)

We wandered around the first floor of men's apparel. I found no liking to the racks of men's blazers. I feel that my apathy may be that I know I can find great deals at Bergdorf Goodman when the appropriate events come for the high end designers. I can also look to the more affordable Zara, Express, H&M, Guess, and Bloomingdale's for my boyfriend. As for myself, I have already snatched a great deal with some shoes at BG. So, when we were looking in the women's shoes section, I was greatly disappointed. There were the least in selection for the smaller sizes (5-6 1/2). I quickly instructed my fab friend to look for these sexy, sheer black Louboutin shoes that I found in size 9 for a steal of around mid $200's. No 6 1/2-7 to be found. I wasn't surprised. Oh, well. I will invest in a classic pair from BG later.

Craig really wanted to find something for me it seemed. He looked and looked. He cooed over some random pieces of clothing, but I shook my head. I am a pro at finding things that look like they came from somewhere more expensive for the fraction of the price from places like Forever21, H&M, Zara, Express, BG 5th floor (sometimes, but you can get steals during sales as well) and so on. Yup. I don't believe in spending an exorbitant amount of money on clothing unless you're absolutely in love with it or if you see it as a classic/staple piece. That's just me. In my opinion, how much you spend does not label an individual as a fashionable person. It's all in how you put it together and rock it, loves!

 So, I attempted to glance through the racks, but the women in my way did not seem obliged to move. Women can get really focused when they shop, if you know what I mean. 

I'm pretty sure I'm ready to leave after 30-45 minutes or so. (I actually don't know the real time because I was not looking at my iPhone.)  Then, we go back to the small shoe section one last time to see if perhaps a winner missed our eyes. I see a quirky and funky sequined shoe. (I am usually not attracted to sequins.) I pick it up. Marc by Marc Jacobs. Hmm. I do like that brand. 6 1/2. Perfect! It's affordable and cute most of the time. I own a black leather bag that is my declared "default" bag. But, shoes? I haven't bought Marc by Marc shoes yet.

I decide to put them on. They add a bit of sparkle to my skinny jeans. I envision an outfit with these shoes. A black outfit would go nicely with these. I see the price. I'm getting them! (Excuse my summer-colored toes. Can't wait to put the fall nail colors on!!!!)

That concludes my story about the sale. You just have to go in with no expectations. When you do, you will have possibly a range from a great euphoria moment to a mild tickle in your stomach when you do find something you fall for. 

HAPPY SHOPPING!!


**True Story Tidbit: I saw an Asian girl making her assumed boyfriend/husband carry around literally 10-15 single shoes whilst she shops hurriedly. LOL, poor guy.

Dexter: Good or Bad?

Oh, Dexter. You are my source of entertainment lately. Lost, where? 24... hours of what? Entourage, who all?  You get the point. It's a show of great magnitude, and I always am very pleased to hear the instrumental theme song. It's genius, dark, and strangely resounding.

Dexter is a show that portrays a serial killer that lives by the code. The code was instilled unto Dexter by his deceased cop father, Harry. Harry adopted Dexter as a young boy who was tarnished by the experience of seeing his own mother murdered right before his eyes. It was a gory murder, and Dexter was changed ever since then. Harry took on the task of raising Dexter with his odd darkness and urges. Harry honed Dexter's urges to kill into a code of killing those who killed others. This code molds Dexter's life in a deep degree, and it helps him to not be an unorganized, sporadic serial killer. Instead, he is portrayed as a vigilante. 

The audience follows his frequent murders which clean the streets of Miami so to speak. As an audience, we may be disgusted by the methods of killing and the abundant blood. Over time, you find yourself immersed in the character development of the Dexter cast, and you can't help the addiction of wanting to watch more and more. I even questioned myself as I watched it. How am I so interested in something that is obviously so wrong? We all should know that murder is simply wrong, but I believe the actions of "justice" tend to disperse into different directions of opinion. Some people believe in the death penalty. Others may believe in confinement.  Even so, we can't help but like Dexter and this is successful story-telling. If you capture the audience, you have won gold. We side with a serial killer. Hello?!

On the other hand, Dexter goes through Season 2 and 3 with finding people who "understand" his darkness. For example, Lila believes they are soul mates. She understood his darkness, but it didn't work out. (Was I the only one that found her so inexorably irritating?) Miguel Prado was supposed to be his new buddy he let in, but it wasn't as it seemed. Miguel had used and abused him, and this led to his ultimate fate. Dexter never has anyone to truly keep his secret with.

He keeps it with us, and we can't stop watching. Vigilante or serial killer? Take your pick. I'll say it's wrong in reality, but hey, that's not going to stop Dexter from topping the TV show charts or me from complaining that Netflix won't supply my Season 4 Disc 1 fast enough. Let's delve away from the vampires for now, shall we? 

The Technological Generation vs. The Old School

I love my iPhone. I thought I knew love when I had my Blackberry, but I was sorely mistaken. Well, I did sort of miss my Blackberry for the first two months or so. I had a lot of BBM contacts that I liked to speak with daily. It was a nice way to chitchat throughout the day. Now, I have my Meebo program that integrates AIM, Gchat, and even FB chat. (I opted out of the FB chat.) I think that might overwhelm me-- I need to simplify after all.

The reasons why I like my iPhone:
-It looks prettier.
-There are so many apps! I love my Yelp application in particular. The Facebook application definitely has some kinks that need to be worked out.
-Touch-screen can become likable over time. I did like the feel of the keys of my Blackberry, but I didn't like the sore thumbs I was left with.
-I love Apple. Apple girl here!
-I can jam, text, surf, and answer a call all at the same time. (Not that I really do all this at once, but it's a good point.) **Disclaimer: I do not support texting while driving. Also, watch what's going on when you cross the street or walk when you are making a quick text. I don't think that's safe either, but I'm definitely guilty of walk-texting. Ugh, sorry.

There are so many things that make a smart phone essential to its owner. Now, we all know we are guilty of texting while waiting in lines, the elevator, or who knows where and when. Do you recall ever having an occasion where someone says these very words: "When did the cell phone and texting become so important?" 


Say what? I was in the elevator with an elderly male and a younger female around my age. She continues to ignore him whilst I look at him slightly bemused. I respond that we live in a time where it's all about "real-time". I try to show some mild empathy, then he exits the elevator with a "have a good day." It made me pause and think back to when I first really relied on text messaging.

...Don't recall.

I had an interesting conversation with my Italian godmother (as I love to call her) about what she thinks of it all. She abhors how people compulsively check their phone and thinks there is a lacking of manners for in other words, my generation. I apologize on my generation's behalf to her, and I stringently ignore my iPhone when I am having my occasional lunches with her. I like her that much.

The conclusion is that we live in an age of more "efficiency" in communication and instant gratification. Say an impending goodbye to snail mail, land lines (for the most part),  phone calls (text is faster for responses to questions, and it can be more discrete say if you are in a meeting), and possibly even some forms of print. For example,  I get constant notifications from billing companies if I'd like to "go green" and go with electronic statements.

Some people cannot adapt to change very well. They like familiarity. The technological generation tends to embrace change because they know that one day something could be in, the next day it could be outdated by a newer version. This is likewise in fashion as well. I will have to say I do find sentimental value in my collection of cards and letters, but I accept that these things are quickly being updated by e-greetings and emails. Does this mean we are compromising quality with efficiency?

Life is on the fast lane more than ever. Could it be for the best or for the worst? This is the question I leave you with.