Yesterday morning, I spent a good amount of time and gas tooling around West L.A. in search of the much talked about Missoni for Target line. Why? Because I am a moron. I actually imagined that there would be something left at 10 a.m. when Target opens at 8 a.m., and we live in an annoyingly trendy part of Los Angeles. Not my smartest move.
Target did a genius job of marketing this line to women, because there was nothing but Missoni shit dust left by the time I arrived. Actually, I think two women were fighting over the Missoni shit dust as I was leaving.
Like me, these women were enchanted by television commercials, fashion blogging hype, and limited quantities. Basic supply and demand. Make everything in limited supply, sell out, and everyone will want it, right?
I totally fell for it. What was I even doing there? Did I really want certain items that bad, or was I just blinded by the overwhelming demand for zigzag patterned everything?
As I walked past some stylish young ladies with their Starbucks for Target lattes in one hand, and their Missoni for Target doodads in the other, I overheard one of the women say to her friend, "I heard people slept over night for this."
At that point, I realized that I was totally out of my league. I was waiving the white flag for fear that I might get maimed over a pair of knit socks. Also, I had things to do and I couldn't wait around all day for them to re-stock.
It's not that I'm too old to take on a shopping challenge, it's just that I am too easily irritated to block out the hyper, screaming masses. I don't do Black Friday for this very reason.
Just writing about this "shopping" experience has overwhelmed me. I need to go rest now. Maybe I'l find some stuff online, maybe I won't. But, I'm not going back into that snake pit again.
Anyone score some good stuff? I will live vicariously through you.