I sure hope they stop adding more pieces to the Stella McCartneyÂ for GapKids collection because if I keep talking about them you will think I work for her or the GAP. And neither is true.Â
From the recent loot I kept a couple…three…okay, four items, but today the last two cardigans arrived and I was very happy with the quality for the price point. Sizing is a bit all over the place though;Â thisÂ short sleevedÂ one that I ordered in XL is oversized,
while the long-sleeved zipped up version in XL is snug:
The cable knit and exaggerated collarÂ are very reminiscent of some ChloeÂ (which Stella headedÂ for some years)Â pieces from years past.Â I have to say the colors are somber for kidswear butÂ just adult enough for me! Granted it’s mass produced, but details such as the tonal Â grosgrain ribbon trims and secret pockets lined with pretty fabric…
just make me happy. I’ve left the GAP for JCrew for a few years now, but this collaboration with Stella has definitely renewed my interest.
Since we’re talking a little about fashion today, I have to relate a story andÂ get something off my chest. I popped into a boutique this afternoon to pick up my alterations. While I was trying on the dress for a second fitting, I overheard the manager of theÂ department berate my sales associate E, who, at least to me, is one of the most polite and elegant women I know. We’ve spoken often about living in Paris, where she’s from, and we share a common love for couture. Not couture in the way the word is used in today’s vernacular, but couture in the historical sense befitting of its art.
Anyhow, back to the psycho manager. She was loudlyÂ telling…no, commanding E to call a customer and close a sale before the item got marked down.Â Â Â Even with the door closed I could feel E’s discomfort.Â She’s old school and one does not push sales like that…at least not for luxury items. A hard sale may work on used car lots but in a designer salon, not so much.Â I cringed. I realize in this recession retail is a nightmare, and it’s survival of the fittest out there, but does this mean common decency also has to go by the wayside?Â
So there I sat in the dressing room, waiting for the storm to blow over before IÂ could getÂ out. I knew E knew I heard everything, but we said nothing to each other. A quick hug and I left the store in a rush.Â
I’ve had bad days at the office andÂ have beenÂ guilty of chewing out people. But at least not in front of clients. So word to the wise out there who want to coax customers back inside their stores…please keep fashion a happy fantasyland. It’s ugly enough out in the real world.