Lulu Guinness

you know, i love lulu guinness. I have several purses and have been drooling over the new luggage. whenever i’m in nyc, i always love to go to the village and see the store. i’ve never had a bad experience in there until the other day. my sister and i walked in and the 2 girls behind the counter were so rude to us, that it makes me want to never go again. i’m so sad — i guess i will be sticking to buying online.

This might not be very punk rock but I like expensive boutiques. I never buy anything (I can’t afford it) but I enjoy being able to spend a few passing moments perusing perfectly designed display shelves with a smattering of merchandise which would cost an arm and a leg to afford. In fact, I’m pretty sure that even selling my kidneys wouldn’t do the trick. People lie when they say you only need one. You don’t need any. They have machines for that.
Anyways, Lulu Guinness is perfectly laid out; small, compact, quaint and helpful. The storefront is classically british. I was disappointed that the store clerk didn’t have a british accent but she did bond with my girlfriend over mothers who have good taste.