This Never Happens!

The Jimmy Choo Sample sale was advertised as beginning at 1pm. I arrived at 11 am, prepared to wait. I had brought with me a croissant, a cup of tea, and the New Yorker. The line was not very long, and I was pleased with my spot. There were sure to be goodies left over. Balancing the tea, and the magazine, I settled in, and prayed that the woman behind me would not continue to talk on the phone for the duration.

My last experience with the Jimmy Choo sample sale was two years ago, and it took place at a tiny hotel in midtown. I had gone with my good friend PJD. She and I had waited from 11 to 1 on a long, and very vocal line. Everyone on it was jostling for position, and PJD and I played "spot the biggest diamond." The ladies kept trying to name drop PR people they knew to the bouncer, trying to get in earlier, to avail, and the crowd got increasingly cranky. We stood cramped, as the editors floated out, with bags of bags, boots and shoes. If they hadn't let us in when they did, there would have been a riot. And when we did get in, in groups of ten, the selection was pretty picked over. No bags left, no boots either. By the time we left, there was a line out the door and around the corner. So that was what I was expecting this time, and was why i got there so early.