Maybe 'cause I was watching for the 458th time Sex & The City (season 6: When Carrie leaves to Paris & you get to cry at the end when she comes back to NY and all the girls are screaming in the coffee shop! Remember?), I started to wonder since when every fucking thing that you love love love has to been on a waiting list before you really get it?
Here are a some few stories about me, pathetic fashionista, waiting for ever and ever, going through major stress crisis for supposed super exclusive articles:
My first waiting list "objet du désir " was my beloved Balenciaga/Arena co-branding swimwear (tiny trunk but ultra cool & ultra expensive). So, for weeks I've been desperate. What if they forget to call me. What if they never make it to the store (like they get lost in some kind of fashion nowhere!!!). I got the phone call and I got the swimwear. Love, love, love it!
Then there is this very abusive relationship that I am in with Pierre Hardy Edition sneakers. They put me in such a stress every season. Only 500 pairs worldwide (and to push it to the limit, they made a special Paris 40 pairs only recently! <= got them too!). I keep harassing the staff in the Palais Royal every day on the phone as soon as I got the email saying that they might arrive soon. Yeah soon! You wait them forever. I guess those sneakers are made in some secret factory located in a secret country by secret fashion terrorist. They keep them as hostages long enough to make me (a bit) more hysterical than I am usually. And then I get the call days after the announcing email, telling me that they just (please appreciate the just) arrived. Oh, once they totally forgot to call me.... My heart stopped beating until I fond them in London and got them FedEx the day after.
I am not mentioning the Goyard bags that are as easy to find as natural hair on Silvio Berlusconi's head...
But today we reached a brand new level... I was Facebooking with my dear friend who works at Kiehl's (I love Kiehl's) and he casually informed me that they just received 12 pieces of Facial Fuel Eye De-Puffer sticks! Ok, we need to make two things clear here:
- Yes, I am 37 y.o. and I use Facial Fuel Eye De- Puffer sticks and I feel very comfortable about it!
- And why on earth only 12 tiny mini über essential but basic stick for Paris. A city that counts 2,201,578 (don't worry, I didn't count. I just googled it to make it serious & precise)??? So... I'll have to call the store, make a reservation and go there tomorrow first thing in the morning. Or worst... Call the store (They know I'm crazy! I can call them nonstop) and put my name on a waiting list for the Facial Fuel Eye De- Puffer sticks next delivery!
So from now on, everything that I (we/you) will need on my (our/your) everyday life will be complicated to find? How will I survive to the July arrival of iPhone 4? Will I make it in June for the 2 (yeah 2) pairs of new Pierre Hardy Editions.
You may think that this is totally stupid and vain. And you're 100% right. But my point is: why everything as to be complicated to get yet?
Did they get inspired by our brilliant past love stories... Should I have to pretend being a totally uninterested guy the next time I am dying to get a pair of new sneakers, moisturizer, shaving cream??? Should I have to stay all night looking at my phone, hoping to get a call from the store. And after 45 hours of non-breathing waiting time, should I sound like I wasn't that into that Facial Fuel Eye De- Puffe stick. Just to make sure I'll get it and that they give it to some random Paris Hilton wannabe? Oh boy! This next summer looks like a very hard one.
Consequently, I decided to spend more time on this blog and share with you all my wondering on a regular base. Just to make you smile, a bit while waiting for the call from a store!
