Fox’s is an off label store. If you’re lucky you can find expensive well known brands there at less than half price.
Today was the first day of the introduction of their spring line. Customers received invitations to the big event, which included refreshments along with the clothes.
Why any store would invite people to smear bagels with messy cream cheese, hold hot cups of coffee and tea, and browse through racks of brand new clothes does not seem to be a great idea, but that’s what they did.
This is a store where the comment, ”Buyer beware” is very good advice. One shirt I tried on featuring epaulets on each shoulder felt strange once it was buttoned up. Looking in the mirror I saw why. Each epaulet stitched on the shirt was about three inches below each shoulder. Buttons didn’t necessarily line up with the buttonholes, either. And, watching for merchandise with any signs of cream cheese or coffee spots added to the concentration of choosing something to try on.
But the prices are amazing.
Although I was pushed and shoved a bit during the first few minutes the doors opened, the real excitement came when a large delivery truck pulled up at the door-front. The driver pulled the door open and a long rack of new clothing he was delivering was visible from the store’s front window. The rush to the front door was as dramatic as a swarm of mosquitos zooming to sugar cubes.
The unfortunate delivery man was encircled, almost paralyzed by the frenzied group of attacking women. They grabbed at hangers, pulled at clothes, and lunged at whatever they could reach.
This is what cartoons are made of; real people don’t behave this way, do they? Gathering a batch of new outfits was the first challenge; the second was finding a place to try on discounted treasures. Fitting rooms were so tight and closely guarded that women were stripping out of their clothes right in the aisles, flinging dresses and blouses over their heads, pouring legs into pants and skirts.
Chatter was a big part of the scene, with strangers giving advice to fellow strangers: “too tight in the back,” or “it’s pulling apart at the buttons in front.” “The Color is drab for you,” and, “That’s a bit short, don’t you think?” After trying on piles of clothing I decided on a simple pair of white pants and blue knit top that could have been worn years ago and still been stylish. “This style,” the saleswoman said,” is classic. Picture Jackie Kennedy wearing it.”
Exactly. No matter how I try to modernize or change my look, the same classic style works every time.