Last weekend I had a craving to cruise Nordstrom. Maybe because it was the first store to give me a good deal on Prada, or maybe I was being brainwashed by a series of Instagram posts promoting a Café Forgot pop-up at their uptown location. Either way, I was feeling nostalgic for ‘90s-era department stores, when tacky fur hats and piles of bogo underwear flanked cases filled with obnoxious costume jewellery and cheap digital watches. Plus I was on the hunt for some new granny accessories: a pair of black leather opera gloves and a cashmere balaclava, and I couldn’t think of anywhere better to browse.
Shopaholic Season
Shopaholic Season
Shopaholic Season
Last weekend I had a craving to cruise Nordstrom. Maybe because it was the first store to give me a good deal on Prada, or maybe I was being brainwashed by a series of Instagram posts promoting a Café Forgot pop-up at their uptown location. Either way, I was feeling nostalgic for ‘90s-era department stores, when tacky fur hats and piles of bogo underwear flanked cases filled with obnoxious costume jewellery and cheap digital watches. Plus I was on the hunt for some new granny accessories: a pair of black leather opera gloves and a cashmere balaclava, and I couldn’t think of anywhere better to browse.