My shopping strategies know no bounds. Probably because there aren’t any boundaries at all! I don’t discriminate with time or place, trustworthy sources, price points that seem okay to me, and most importantly the What I am shopping for.
Balenciaga circa Nicolas Ghesquière or a bread basket on Amazon can both receive the same amount of attention, one click decision making, or price justification. I can log many hours digitally searching for throw pillows or physically log hours trying on a zillion pleated skirts. I have leased a car based on brand name alone and no test drive, and bought a house after looking at precisely one house (the one we bought) On the flip side I am guilty of choosing really horrible flights to save $50, and haven’t clued in you actually do spend time in hotel rooms and will not just be there to sleep. So it’s good to check the location or read a couple reviews.
As I type this a friend from London called to use my shopping antennae. She is looking for a beauty brand using ocean plastic recycled bottles, and is also in the market for new running shoes- two seemingly unrelated things. Well low and behold I can merge her two needs. REN is spearheading new bottles, and since she wants to be more conscientious I suggested she get the new Adidas trainers made of up-cycled Parley Ocean Plastic. Done and done she said. Another satisfied customer.
My resourcefulness has made me a bit of a Market Editor - at - Large if you will, for weird requests, style advice, shopping sales, and quirky searches.
My resourcefulness has made me a bit of a Market Editor - at - Large if you will, for weird requests, style advice, shopping sales, and quirky searches. This is mostly informal and for friends, but obviously it is a byproduct of my job. My concierge like abilities enables me to successfully source, trouble shoot or locate goods and services for most lifestyle related queries. A skill I list on my resume right beside my ability to drive on both sides of the road, and that I am 40% bi-lingual according to Rosetta Stone.
“Balenciaga circa Nicolas Ghesquière
OR a bread basket on Amazon can both receive the same amount of attention, one click decision making, or price justification.”
When I have found something I like, I usually like to acquire it, but as we all know sometimes that may not be immediately possible. Sold Out is terrible, Sold Out in my size less terrible and usually rectifiable. Special edition and sold out only to re-surface on e-bay for triple the price, actually really terrible and hard to recover from. Just Joking, that scenario should only be reserved for art and not the latest H&M Moschino collaboration. Do not cry. Moschino isn’t going to pay to your rent and if you buy it after market you wont be able to pay your rent either.
One of my first hard core fashion acquisitions happened when I was 12 years old. An avid reader of YM magazine, I poured over the fashion images and beauty how to’s. I still to this day love the product round ups or “shopping pages” as they are called in the industry, breaking down how to get the look or where to buy. It would be this page that would begin my enterprising quest for a pair of knee high brown combat boots fitting with the grunge aesthetic of the time, and to be worn with a floral slip dress. Being it was 1995 I couldn’t Google to find an online stockist and have them delivered to my door. I had to find the store name and number, thankfully listed at the back of the magazine and call long distance to Beverly Hills, I kid you not to a store on Rodeo Drive. I believe it was me informing them for the first time that their shoe was in a magazine. A little foreshadowing to my time in PR it would seem. I wonder how many kids from Canada called them to buy a shoe over the phone, or if anyone from Canada had ever called?!
They were easily able to locate the very large shoe and determined my size, if memory serves me well I would need to call back a couple more times to sort out logistics. This was the dark ages you see, there wasn’t a shipping calculator at check out. I also think I had to get my mom to get a money order or something weird like Western Union. The lovely store owners figured out the shipping to Canada and away they went in the mail sight unseen by me.
Before the advent of e-commerce there was catalogue shopping, something I also participated in via the Victoria Secret catalogue never being able to choose between one of ten t-shirt colours. Though this was not entirely the same as a catalogue order, my little phone excersise was in its own way a bit like a click through to buy - just completely manual and not seamless at all!
Upon arrival and after my rather grandiose mission, the boots were terrible. My body had yet to grow into my feet, and my calves had no chance in hell of filling out the leather. They were however, as my Grandfather would tease “perfectly suited to muck out the stables… or go to battle” Some shopping pursuits are a little like a battle but for the most part nothing is worth tears or turmoil, not when almost anything is one phone call…. er one click away.