Bloomingdales

My sister Trish will love this little vignette.

Remember Bloomingdales Trish? Well I followed the well-healed Prada heels into this department store thinking that trackies and three quarter jeans were comfortable and practical…yes comfortable. After all how the hell could you power shop in 6-inch heels?

The Beyoncé lookalike was spraying Gucci on all the Prada heels as they walked past the cosmetic counter and she lifted to spray to me, looked me up and down and changed her mind about spraying. She actually looked like she wanted to spray me with some type of cat repellent that I put on my garden.

I thought of my friend Danette and what would she have done? So I simply picked up a bottle of the counter and sprayed myself thinking that the fragrance was perhaps best placed in the loo. I loved the experience of exiting Bloomingdales back to my smiling husband who asked me why I hadn’t bought anything, but what the hell was that bloody awful smell.  

And Danette you will be gutted as I have not had much retail therapy at all, it is all too overwhelming and this is a city you just have to come to, to shop!

It is a must.