Fashion's Night Out was last night. Oh my, it was so fun and glamorous! I went with some friends to the Bravern in Bellevue to watch the fashion shows, but the fashions we saw on the attendees were even better than the ones on the runway. The number of people who came out for FNO exploded in comparison to last year's crowds. And wow, they looked good.
I decided to not to bring my camera this year. These photos are from my friend's i-phone. Other people did a great job of reporting on the details of the festivities, so I'll leave that to them and tell another story. It's a fashion story, so it's sort of related.
Here's what you have to know, I have a thing for designer bags. Don't judge me. I have kept my eye out for the perfect Louis Vuitton bag for years, and finally found one a couple of weeks ago at a consignment shop. It was a bit of a splurge, even at consignment shop prices. My husband bought it and was almost as excited as I was (he likes to spoil me). In my haste to snatch up the bag before it was sold to anyone else, I failed to really look at it. Only later, after I had left the "no return policy" shop, did I start to see the signs that it was a knock off. I wanted to believe it was real, but the poor workmanship was just too obvious. I felt kind of sick about it.
It took me a couple of weeks to work up the courage to confront the shop owner about this problem. I finally went to the shop yesterday. The owner wasn't there and the lady I talked to was dismissive and rude regarding my problem, questioning me about why I took so long to bring it back. I left with no resolution and was gearing up for a fight. Finally, the owner of the shop called me, horrified that something like this had happened. I went back to the shop. After she saw the bag, she was profusely apologetic, telling me that she had never seen the bag before and would have never accepted such a thing in her shop, that it could ruin her reputation. She said that an employee of hers had brought it in and sold it to me without her knowledge. She offered a refund, so I started looking around the shop for something to wear to FNO. While I was shopping, I could hear her, in a bit of a rage, telling another employee that the lady who sold the purse to me would be fired. Awkward.
So now, I still do not have a LV bag. I will insist on paperwork guaranteeing the authenticity next time. I did find a Marc Jacobs dress that I love and I felt great in it. My feet didn't feel so great in my high heels...but a well dressed man at Vovito told me that my shoes "were gorgeous", so they were worth it. ; )
Crazy story, yes. Though not so much, in the context of where I live. I hesitate to tell these types of stories, afraid you'll judge. I can see the superficiality of the culture in which I live, but I'll admit that I engage in it myself from time to time. It can be fun.