by I came pretty late to Loehmans, and other stores where you could spend less for clothes. I think I stayed away due to memories of shopping with my mother, when I’d sit for what felt like hours and hours and hours, in agonies of boredom, waiting for her to be done shopping already. Is there anything more stultifyingly tedious than waiting for someone who is shopping for clothing?? Whenever I see men in waiting areas while their girlfriends or wives shop I feel pity.
Barneys, which used to occupy the spot where Loehmans is now, is returning. I loved browsing that store. There was one floor where all the clothing were like works of art. Of course I couldn’t afford anything on that floor—or anywhere in the store, for that matter—but the dresses displayed on this particular floor cost in the thousands. They were worth it though, they were just glorious. It was where Glinda the Good Witch of the South would shop if she were a real person.
In order to completely empty the place out, everything in Loehmans is on sale now, including the mannequins. The grey ones are the most beautiful. They’re also kinda creepy.
