In another corner of the mall was Nieman Marcus, which was having another incredible amazing sale, and I looked at the suits again. There was a brown affair that looked slept in (I think the term is "pre-owned) for just a few hundred dollars more than the polka-dot Saks suit. And honestly, I've never seen so many ties that looked like polyester but claimed to be silk. Maybe that's what the hedge-fund managers who own Arne Duncan are wearing, and they can have it.
But I'm no judge of polyester. Over at the Perry Ellis store, all the suits were polyester, and to my crude eye, every one looked better than the ones at the fancy stores. They still looked kind of chintzy, but unlike the others, I might not mind being caught dead in one. As long as I'm alive, though, I'd just as soon shop in Macy's or some other fairly ordinary place.
A lot of people I know like Ralph Lauren. A few weeks ago, one of my female colleagues was wearing what appeared to be a boy scout shirt. But when I asked her what troop she was in, she pointed out the Ralph Lauren label. At the mall, though, the little polo players had all gotten larger, maybe four inches square. Though my daughter revels in wearing shirts that boast "Aeropostale," I still feel they should be paying me to wear such things.
So I suppose I'm hopeless. After an hour in the sweltering heat, we turned around and came home. We almost bought something for my daughter in Gap, but the long, long line frightened us away for good. I marveled at some shirts that had epaulets. Who needs epaulets in this weather?
I hope everyone reading this is having a great weekend, and doing as little shopping as possible.
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