Talked to Mike the Parking Garage Guy this morning and he says he's not going to the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale.
Mike! says I, it's the biggest sale of the whole year!
Nope, he says. Not going.
MIKE. You can't live here and love clean air, clean water, blue sky and pine trees and not love the Nordstrom sale. It's not possible Mike!
Not going, JBelle.
Whoa, doggies.
Good Lord! The anniversary sale is like Safeco when Boston is in town. It's like dark, pungent coffee at Pike Street Market. It's smoked blue back out of Lake Pend O'Reille. It's huckleberries and mushrooms off Marble Mountain. It's golf at Indian Canyon, the ducks at Manito, biking the Centennial trail. The Nordstrom Anniversary Sale is the 4th of July Parade in Coeur d'Alene, a boxing match at the casino, rollercoasters at Silverwood, fly fishing on the North Fork, a concert in Sandpoint and a big, nasty hamburger at Rockford Bay. How in the world could you not like it, not love it?
Sad and shocked but undaunted, I stopped in at the office, returned a few calls, wrote a few emails, chatted up the State of Idaho auditor in visiting a client's records and headed out. As if to affirm my earlier discourse with Mike the Parking Garage Guy a different guy walks toward me, bare chested, in cut offs, Chuckies, and a beat up baseball cap, with a huge trout on a stick and his fishing pole over his shoulder, headed for where? Certainly not my office nor the bank.
Wherever he was going on this hot, sunny morning in July he was a cosmic message from the Gods, telling me that all was well with the world, that the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale must never be denied and that the faithful will always congregate and pay homage. And I, a repentant pilgrim, am reverent and compliant. I positively trotted down the street towards Nordstrom and almost kicked in the doors when I got there, waving my Platinum AmEx in greeting.
There was an ugly swarm around the handbags so I skipped those altogether in a move that just wasn't that hard after reviewing the catalogue last night. Ugly handbags, ugly shoes this year. I instead moved in on the jewelry, the silver jewelry, and tried on bracelets and earrings to my heart's content. yum. yum. yum.
I shook my head in disgust at the horrid shoe situation, noted that there was not a Swatch watch for sale at any price, then went straight to the men's department. I'll let you in on a little secret. I like buying men's clothes more than any clothes on earth. Love men's clothes. I think it's the tailoring and the fabric and the unfussy, razor sharp lines. And they smellll soooo good! But men's shoes? Not so much. Women's shoes all the way. I moaned when the manager of the accessories department told me that they didn't get the Tory Burch shoes on the sale; but giggled when she leaned over the counter and whispered, We've got Tory Burch at the Rack, though. We raised our eyebrows at each other with firm, teethless wide smiles and now, she is my new best friend.
And this is the transfiguration of summer and the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale in the Great Pacific Northwest.
Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.
NB
My take: two pairs of jeans, a sweater, a blouse, two pairs of earrings and two pairs of tights
JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA
Mike! says I, it's the biggest sale of the whole year!
Nope, he says. Not going.
MIKE. You can't live here and love clean air, clean water, blue sky and pine trees and not love the Nordstrom sale. It's not possible Mike!
Not going, JBelle.
Whoa, doggies.
Good Lord! The anniversary sale is like Safeco when Boston is in town. It's like dark, pungent coffee at Pike Street Market. It's smoked blue back out of Lake Pend O'Reille. It's huckleberries and mushrooms off Marble Mountain. It's golf at Indian Canyon, the ducks at Manito, biking the Centennial trail. The Nordstrom Anniversary Sale is the 4th of July Parade in Coeur d'Alene, a boxing match at the casino, rollercoasters at Silverwood, fly fishing on the North Fork, a concert in Sandpoint and a big, nasty hamburger at Rockford Bay. How in the world could you not like it, not love it?
Sad and shocked but undaunted, I stopped in at the office, returned a few calls, wrote a few emails, chatted up the State of Idaho auditor in visiting a client's records and headed out. As if to affirm my earlier discourse with Mike the Parking Garage Guy a different guy walks toward me, bare chested, in cut offs, Chuckies, and a beat up baseball cap, with a huge trout on a stick and his fishing pole over his shoulder, headed for where? Certainly not my office nor the bank.
Wherever he was going on this hot, sunny morning in July he was a cosmic message from the Gods, telling me that all was well with the world, that the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale must never be denied and that the faithful will always congregate and pay homage. And I, a repentant pilgrim, am reverent and compliant. I positively trotted down the street towards Nordstrom and almost kicked in the doors when I got there, waving my Platinum AmEx in greeting.
There was an ugly swarm around the handbags so I skipped those altogether in a move that just wasn't that hard after reviewing the catalogue last night. Ugly handbags, ugly shoes this year. I instead moved in on the jewelry, the silver jewelry, and tried on bracelets and earrings to my heart's content. yum. yum. yum.
I shook my head in disgust at the horrid shoe situation, noted that there was not a Swatch watch for sale at any price, then went straight to the men's department. I'll let you in on a little secret. I like buying men's clothes more than any clothes on earth. Love men's clothes. I think it's the tailoring and the fabric and the unfussy, razor sharp lines. And they smellll soooo good! But men's shoes? Not so much. Women's shoes all the way. I moaned when the manager of the accessories department told me that they didn't get the Tory Burch shoes on the sale; but giggled when she leaned over the counter and whispered, We've got Tory Burch at the Rack, though. We raised our eyebrows at each other with firm, teethless wide smiles and now, she is my new best friend.
And this is the transfiguration of summer and the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale in the Great Pacific Northwest.
Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.
NB
My take: two pairs of jeans, a sweater, a blouse, two pairs of earrings and two pairs of tights
JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA
4 comments:
Ahhh...I love a good sale.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, my dear, but the annual sale at Nordy's is no longer the social or bargain event of the year.
Buying slave labor made goods, now discounted yet still providing a profit to the hawker, well, that's old school thinking, and there's a new paradigm, hadn't you heard?
The sale at Goodwill, Salvation Army, and numerous other second hand stores, NOW THAT'S THE SHOPPING NEWS!
It's a Brave New World. Most consumers have already borrowed into infinity, and so, yes, they must cut back, massively. The debt load is killing them, and half off a $300 pair of shoes just ain't that enticing anymore.
Bummer for first line/class retail clerks, but good for the recyclers. And the planet.
It was nice, if artificial, while it lasted.
Sweetheart. Soothe yourself. I'm afraid I can't be there to do it for you. Did you miss the part about transfiguration? and girlfriends? who smile knowingly at each other?
and the liturgy of summer?
hmmmmmmmmm?
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