If you’re burning to buy me a mug for my birthday please make it cheerful and blasphemous.

If you’re burning to buy me a mug for my birthday please make it cheerful and blasphemous.

I’m just back from exercising heroic restraint at the “press preview” for the Steven Alan sample sale, which kicks off tomorrow online and at their Tribeca flagship at 103 Franklin Street. This is one of my favorite shops in the city, but it’s so expensive that I wait until their sales before I pounce. Happily the sample sale is enormous, spanning two entire floors, with the Steven Alan-brand stuff in the basement. I’d definitely start downstairs with the bags and shoes, which are fewest in number (though I did spot some sweet deals—Rachel Comey ankle boots for $150, and a few JW Hulme bags for $125). There’s a wide assortment of dresses and button-down tops, but my favorite items were the few silk blouses with vintage-y prints. Set aside an hour or two to take it all in, have pockets for your wallet and phone as they’ll make you check your coat and bag, and keep reminding yourself that even though the stuff is drastically reduced, it’s not cheap and there’s no returns. And ladies, it’s a co-ed sale so dudes are freely wandering about from the dude side (shocker). There are mirrors but no dressing rooms, so if you’re shy you’ll want to strategize with some opaque underthings.

I’m just back from exercising heroic restraint at the “press preview” for the Steven Alan sample sale, which kicks off tomorrow online and at their Tribeca flagship at 103 Franklin Street. This is one of my favorite shops in the city, but it’s so expensive that I wait until their sales before I pounce. Happily the sample sale is enormous, spanning two entire floors, with the Steven Alan-brand stuff in the basement. I’d definitely start downstairs with the bags and shoes, which are fewest in number (though I did spot some sweet deals—Rachel Comey ankle boots for $150, and a few JW Hulme bags for $125). There’s a wide assortment of dresses and button-down tops, but my favorite items were the few silk blouses with vintage-y prints. Set aside an hour or two to take it all in, have pockets for your wallet and phone as they’ll make you check your coat and bag, and keep reminding yourself that even though the stuff is drastically reduced, it’s not cheap and there’s no returns. And ladies, it’s a co-ed sale so dudes are freely wandering about from the dude side (shocker). There are mirrors but no dressing rooms, so if you’re shy you’ll want to strategize with some opaque underthings.

I was on the fence about getting black, brown, or red oxfords for fall. Problem solved.

I was on the fence about getting black, brown, or red oxfords for fall. Problem solved.

peachfuzz:

Ladies, burn your fall wardrobe. Especially those godawful Fry boots tucked into those trite skinny jeans and buy this instead. Boners everywhere will thank you.
(via curiouscuriosities, laurendonlevy)

There is no way I’m attending a boot burning, but some of these dresses are pretty cute.

peachfuzz:

Ladies, burn your fall wardrobe. Especially those godawful Fry boots tucked into those trite skinny jeans and buy this instead. Boners everywhere will thank you.

(via curiouscuriositieslaurendonlevy)

There is no way I’m attending a boot burning, but some of these dresses are pretty cute.

(Source: fancay)

I want to know: what company disseminated my personal information so I now receive catalogs like this 690-page behemoth from Restoration Hardware, a place I have never shopped in my life? This is in addition to all the other lavishly-printed tree corpses I receive from shops where I’ve never swiped a credit card or even browsed (I’m looking at you Spanx!) Has it come down to a time-sucking surgical call-and-complain approach, or trusting a third party to cloak me in invisibility? This makes me miss the days when mailboxes contained the promise of Columbia House tapes, letters on blue-lined notebook paper, and cards with money in them.

I want to know: what company disseminated my personal information so I now receive catalogs like this 690-page behemoth from Restoration Hardware, a place I have never shopped in my life? This is in addition to all the other lavishly-printed tree corpses I receive from shops where I’ve never swiped a credit card or even browsed (I’m looking at you Spanx!) Has it come down to a time-sucking surgical call-and-complain approach, or trusting a third party to cloak me in invisibility? This makes me miss the days when mailboxes contained the promise of Columbia House tapes, letters on blue-lined notebook paper, and cards with money in them.

Madchen coat at Anthropologie. I’m guessing this is Lauren Moffatt’s (lower price point?) line since it looks exactly like the coat I wanted from her fall collection but is selling for the price of one of her shirts. It’s seriously cute but that red plaid is going to clash horribly with my purple (!) pants. What to do?

Madchen coat at Anthropologie. I’m guessing this is Lauren Moffatt’s (lower price point?) line since it looks exactly like the coat I wanted from her fall collection but is selling for the price of one of her shirts. It’s seriously cute but that red plaid is going to clash horribly with my purple (!) pants. What to do?

Ankle boot love. via Need Supply Co.

Ankle boot love. via Need Supply Co.

Lauren Moffat fall 2012. Get me one of everything in this collection. (Yeah, I’m shopping for winter coats. Is it fall yet?)
via Calivintage

Lauren Moffat fall 2012. Get me one of everything in this collection. (Yeah, I’m shopping for winter coats. Is it fall yet?)

via Calivintage

Sometimes a lady has to go buy herself a bunch of presents #shopping  (Taken with Instagram)

Sometimes a lady has to go buy herself a bunch of presents #shopping (Taken with Instagram)