So I braved the crowds on Wednesday morning, with what I now know was a delusional hope of getting my hands on a few of the pieces I'd been eyeing off on the UK website. So here they are:
Firstly, the perfect block colour, chunky- heeled platform sandal. I had envisaged wearing these with full skirts, black peg leg trousers and generally any outfit that I could think to put them with. I have been a huge fan of block colour and neon brights, but being a red head, I feel I'm somewhat limited to accessories in these hues. Anything else might be just a bit too much.
The trench.
The perfect short-lengthed trench coat in a beautiful burberry-esque shade of beige. To die for.
And finally, these gorgeous, chunky -heeled leather platform ankle boots. They are the perfect winter essential.
I'd also hoped to get my hands on a couple of blazers, and perhaps some of the beautifully tailored trousers that they are so famous for. I very foolishly believed that if I arrived at 9am (with the store due to open at 9.30) and jumped into the line, I might have a chance. Little did I know the store had actually opened at 9.00, and 600 odd VIP's had been privy to an exciting opening night celebration the night before. After lining up for what seemed like an eternity, and was in fact and hour, I was in. The chaos that ensued was a shock to the system. I had imagined that it might be similar to the boxing day sales in a department store, but it was so, so much worse. Not only were all of the XS sizes completely sold out, the shoes were all gone too. Apparently size 37 is the new size 38- they always go first. I finally got my hands on a pair of trousers that seemed nice, only to have the snatched way by a terrifying girl who was about 6 feet taller than me and bearing the expression of a furious lion protecting its young. I quickly let go and backed off, rather than copping an elbow to the face or a violent shove. Onward with a few boring, last ditch- effort pieces in hand; utterly disheartened, I struggled on to the fitting rooms. Another 50 minute wait, and Surprise surprise, the few things I tried on looked completely wrong. Sweating, stressed and eager to breath clean air, I made my way through the crowd, which was similar to that which you would find in a packed nightclub. I hadn't even bothered to tie the laces on my boots- I rolled my sleeves up and fled the scene.
I then stumbled across into the new Mid City Centre, where I found myself in love all over again. $189.95 later, and I am the proud owner of these gorgeous shoes from Wittner. Surprisingly comfortable, I gave them a whirl at dinner last night and my feet still felt perfect when I got home. Definitely a winner!!
So, when asked will I return to Zara, The answer is yes. I am a glutton for punishment, but more importantly, I WANT THOSE SHOES!
The perfect short-lengthed trench coat in a beautiful burberry-esque shade of beige. To die for.
I'd also hoped to get my hands on a couple of blazers, and perhaps some of the beautifully tailored trousers that they are so famous for. I very foolishly believed that if I arrived at 9am (with the store due to open at 9.30) and jumped into the line, I might have a chance. Little did I know the store had actually opened at 9.00, and 600 odd VIP's had been privy to an exciting opening night celebration the night before. After lining up for what seemed like an eternity, and was in fact and hour, I was in. The chaos that ensued was a shock to the system. I had imagined that it might be similar to the boxing day sales in a department store, but it was so, so much worse. Not only were all of the XS sizes completely sold out, the shoes were all gone too. Apparently size 37 is the new size 38- they always go first. I finally got my hands on a pair of trousers that seemed nice, only to have the snatched way by a terrifying girl who was about 6 feet taller than me and bearing the expression of a furious lion protecting its young. I quickly let go and backed off, rather than copping an elbow to the face or a violent shove. Onward with a few boring, last ditch- effort pieces in hand; utterly disheartened, I struggled on to the fitting rooms. Another 50 minute wait, and Surprise surprise, the few things I tried on looked completely wrong. Sweating, stressed and eager to breath clean air, I made my way through the crowd, which was similar to that which you would find in a packed nightclub. I hadn't even bothered to tie the laces on my boots- I rolled my sleeves up and fled the scene.
I then stumbled across into the new Mid City Centre, where I found myself in love all over again. $189.95 later, and I am the proud owner of these gorgeous shoes from Wittner. Surprisingly comfortable, I gave them a whirl at dinner last night and my feet still felt perfect when I got home. Definitely a winner!!
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