Showing posts with label Banana Republic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Banana Republic. Show all posts

here a shop, there a shop

Craving spring and summer and hope, I ran down to the Greenmarket at Union Square early Saturday morning. The bustling activity was the perfect antidote to a night spent watching the deserted streets of Cambridge and Watertown. I had meant to pick up some spring-y flowers for the terrace, but it's still a little too early, and since it's gotten chillier again, probably it's as well that I didn't. I came home with a treat - a small bottle of real heavy cream, by which I mean the stuff that has NOT been ultra-pasteurized. Why anyone would go to the trouble of seeking out organic cream and then buy something that has had all the goodness boiled out of it - beyond me.
I'm sipping my Sunday morning coffee now, made nicer with real heavy cream and even nicer by not having the TV news on.


I haven't exactly been on a shopping diet, c'mon, I've got plenty of stuff to wear, some of it even in sizes that fit me, I don't need convincing to shop or not to shop. It's more that very few things have jumped out at me. The few things that have caught my attention - caught someone else's first. Example: Old Reliable Banana Republic. They've lurched onto the Artificial Fabric Bandwagon. Even the word "cotton" in a description can't be trusted. One thing I do grab whenever I see them in my size are the Gap's 100% cotton hipster panties, also known as Friends of the Working (at a Desk! at a Desk!) Girl. If you order 5 or more, the price drops dramatically. I ordered 5 or more. I received 2 emails, each reporting that one of my hipsters was unavailable. Then I got a pair of panties. Then I got the shipping confirmation, telling me all 5 panties and my 2 shirts (same shirt, 2 sizes) had shipped. Then I got an email that one of the shirts had not shipped, consolation prize: a 10% discount code. Frankly, with BR throwing 35 and 40% discounts around like favors from a float, 10% doesn't thrill. Then the other shirt didn't ship - another 10% discount code. I'm ordering, by the way, because the panties don't show up in the stores and the shirts were sold out. Moving on, another pair of panties arrived today, and - still curious about the shirt - the unavailable shirts were back on the site, with a 35% discount code, so I placed a new order. Both sizes. I'm not frantic about this, but if the shirt arrives in a size that fits me, and I like it, I'll probably keep it.

What else?

My saleslady at the LaurenRalphLauren department in Bloomingdales called to remind me of some great sale or other. Shortly afterwards I arrived home with: 100% black wool 2-button blazer, after all the markdowns, including my second all-time favorite sign to see on a clothes rack - 50% off lowest price - it was $50, from $250, and it's still $199 on the Ralph Lauren website. I strongly suggest following this for a %off sale promo.

A $90 cotton paisley blouse followed me home, mom, so can I keep it? $14.50! What is my first all-time favorite sign? Of course, 75% off lowest price. The blouse is great with jeans, the sleeves are nowhere near as puffy as the picture would make you think. With a full skirt, the blouse is a little too Pioneer Girl for city life. I'm seeing more than the usual component of faux-western-influences in the various Ralph Lauren brands this spring. I bet it wouldn't be difficult to find a picture of the 5-year-old Mr. Lauren in a rootin' tootin' cowboy suit. Perfectly tailored, of course.

I also came into few gorgeous silk blouses, heavy weight, almost satin in texture. Too good to throw out, but completely unwearable, said the friend who was cleaning her closet. Hmmm, said I, what if we took out the shoulder pads? (yeah, that old) Here's what happens when you hoick out shoulder pads: the shoulder seam falls somewhere the middle of your lateral triceps and your elbow. I rescued a couple of these sad babies. When I tried them on at home, I noticed that the entire blouse was cut very full, and so on one, I pinned a dart from the center of the shoulder seam, wide enough to move the shoulder/arm connection to where it should be, and tapering at the boobage. I continued the dart down the back of the blouse. The width and length of the dart needed some adjustment, but finally I had it. With the shoulder seam in place, the side seam needed only a tiny adjustment under the arm. The tailor is working on the blouse now, and if something worth wearing turns out, I'll consider fooling around on the others. Cuts were fuller when the blouse was made, I guess, and manufacturers were more generous, so there's room to work.

I'd love a pair of navy linen pants. My usual source for something that's so basic that creative designers can't be bothered is the Brooks Brothers Factory Store. I didn't get there the last time I was at the outlet mall, because I was so annoyed to be holding a coupon for the JCrew Factory Store that I couldn't use. I couldn't use it because I couldn't find anything worth buying. They had rearranged the store, but it only looked enticing from a distance. When you got up close enough to touch the fabric and read the labels.... So I felt gloomy and just went home, gave the coupon to a harried lady with a bored little boy. This experience was particularly dispiriting after learning that the Ralph Lauren factory stores honor a 15% student/educator discount and a 15% military discount, both of which apply to everything in the store and can be stacked.  Well, I hope to get back to Brooks Brothers soon....

YES, THE PRICE IS $890!!
I didn't think much of the Mondrian-ish cashmeres in the last J.Crew rollout, but as the prices began to drop this one became more appealing.

When I saw this version of a colorblock pullover, at about the same time J.Crew marked down its version, the die was cast.

And a pair of heavy linen gray slacks (Elie Tahari), very tailored, found on a flash sale site, was just what the cashmere pullover called for. The purple stripe is more gray in real life, and the camel stripe is more pinkish beige. The bright pink is still bright pink. The sleeves are "bracelet length." It looks boxy in my picture, but it fits well on. None of this is a problem, but it's worth knowing if you want to check out the JC sweater. The sweater has disappeared from the website, but as usual may reappear.

That seems to be it for the spring hunting season.  So far. We'll be heading for New Orleans in a week or two, and the thought of a music festival always makes me worry about my feet. Sorry, music lovers, but I can't get carried away on heavenly sounds if my feet are killing me. 

Banana Republic: nostalgia, anyone?


I still have vague recollections of quirky little stores with merch sourced from military surplus stores in dubious places (no, you can't have that), travel accessories you'd never need (corduroy canteen cover, anyone?), and a kid's sense of the open road, the romantic, the faraway, the possible...

Banana Republic grew up to be a mall chain selling repetitious office clothes, and I grew up to be, well, me. A nearby branch closed not too long ago, the one with the plaque commemorating Nathan Hale click here to learn more, and I wouldn't have given it a second thought - the plaque is still there, after all - except that I needed a white jacket for what promises to be a tropical heat wave.  "Tropical" still makes me think Banana Republic. However, BR  stores abroad are staffed by people who want to help you find things, but here in the home of mercantile capitalism, the staff is trained more in an earlier European tradition of wanting you to leave. Fast. Now.

And so my recent BR experiences have been electronic. Not that that's a bad thing, because BR has nothing but sales and markdowns and weird events. Like the 3-hour 30% off everything that happened yesterday. I'm so used to this kind of thing by now that I didn't even open the email, I had to run get my library card renewed before the doors closed. Now those people are helpful. I love the staff at my branch library. I have the shameful feeling that if I had come across any of these kids while they were in high school, "library" is a word that might not have come to mind, but there they are, knowledgeable, helpful, courteous, nose in book when the desk's not busy, and if anybody stops-and-frisks any of them on the way home from work he will have to answer to ME.

I wanted a very lightweight white cotton jacket, one that could be tossed over anything without looking overly cute.


This one. Lists for $130, after the promos du jour, it was $78.00, free shipping, no tax. It's 100% cotton, white piqué, plain white edging, fits like a dream. The lining is poly but it's striped, so I forgive it. The jacket is white-white, it's just the camera angle that's making the detail shots look ivory.











And after having faffed around looking at chambray and denim shirts, I'm keeping this one.


I joyfully note the absence of sleeve straps. Also 100% cotton, true-to-size fit, just fitted enough but not so much that it looks like it forgot where it came from. It's a lovely, deeper, bluer blue than is showing up on my screen. No stupid doodads, just a nice comfortable shirt.



And a while ago, I grabbed this beauty - 

100% silk - on another promo. To state the obvious, it's fabulous with tweeds, blacks, greys, reds..... Decent quality silk, the collar doesn't flop around, I don't ask much.

These are all lovely pieces that can go anywhere, although in fred-world, denim doesn't go to the office. Anyone's office. But just about anywhere else. After all, you never know where life will take you.










Readying self and friend to go out into the 
Brutal Market and Find Things...