Ma mère loves herself a good bargain. Whenever someone asks me where I made a purchase, I’ll give a quick “Oh, you can’t go wrong with J.Crew- I saw the catalogue and immediately ordered it.” or “Spotted on sale at Neiman Marcus! It was 30% off! [And still cost $180.]“ I regularly receive compliments on items that my mother pulls for me, including a fantastic gray shift dress she found at a moment’s notice before an interview, which I’m wearing as a write this. Any inquiry about these items inevitably leads to me telling a very long story about how she waited for months for it to go on sale, or how she expertly haggled until the price became so low it defied common sense. It is not uncommon for my mother to find a staple item for under $25, and thusly she always maintains a great wardrobe without breaking the bank.
This weekend, after patiently listening to me complain about the expense of moving into a new townhouse (seriously- security deposit, movers, you mean I have to BUY boxes?!) for nearly 15 minutes, she laid down the gauntlet. Her email:
“Just for fun: we both take a mythical $500 and see who can scoop up the best of the summer sales? The holy grail would be, say, a Hermés scarf for $40, or a classic trench for $100. You don’t stand a chance.”
A bottle of Tanquerray hangs in the balance here. I will reluctantly admit that at this point she is undoubtedly in the lead with a few great finds, including a lovely Coach tote bag for $143 and a pair of black sateen cropped trousers for an outrageous $21. I have zero finds so far, as I spent most of the weekend preparing for the big move. Not to worry though, I will recover. I think she underestimates my love of a good G&T…