No Kelly for You
I want a Kelly. It has taken me a long time to utter these words, but here I am. The Hermes fund is full and contact made with a sales associate. Yet I feel no closer to getting one.
The reality that I cannot just waltz into a store and buy my Kelly perplexes me. Isn’t the end goal of a store to sell its merchandise? I understand the laws of supply and demand and if they’re “sold out” I can’t buy until there’s new supply, possibly at a higher price. Economics 101.
The kicker is, from what I read and hear, that while there may be none for me, Ms A or Mr Z have their pick of the limited lot. They get “offered” bags. The concept alone is mind-boggling. Is my money a different green than theirs (preferably Hermes bamboo which is stunning . . . but I digress)? Do I need to slip cash into the palm of a sales associate, as though I’m seeking a faster or better table at a chi-chi restaurant? Or must I declare my loyalty to the H brand by purchasing thousands of dollars of merchandise I may or may not want?
Or worse, am I simply at the whim of the Hermes deities? Trying to buy a Kelly is like an episode of Seinfeld – where the soup nazi decides who may purchase soup. George and Elaine are denied because they fail to follow proper soup-ordering procedures and annoy the soup man. Perhaps my Kelly is really lobster bisque.
Thus far I am not one of the Chosen people. My sales associate was lovely and took down my information, but I have no confidence she will call. I remain intimidated by the Orange and think twice before crossing the threshold. I also do not have the luxury of time or the inclination to be a frequent visitor . . . or as I call it, a nudge.
The longer the wait the more likely my shopping itch will be scratched elsewhere. I tell myself that I don’t really want a Kelly. Maybe that will work.
I want a Kelly. It has taken me a long time to utter these words, but here I am. The Hermes fund is full and contact made with a sales associate. Yet I feel no closer to getting one.
The reality that I cannot just waltz into a store and buy my Kelly perplexes me. Isn’t the end goal of a store to sell its merchandise? I understand the laws of supply and demand and if they’re “sold out” I can’t buy until there’s new supply, possibly at a higher price. Economics 101.
The kicker is, from what I read and hear, that while there may be none for me, Ms A or Mr Z have their pick of the limited lot. They get “offered” bags. The concept alone is mind-boggling. Is my money a different green than theirs (preferably Hermes bamboo which is stunning . . . but I digress)? Do I need to slip cash into the palm of a sales associate, as though I’m seeking a faster or better table at a chi-chi restaurant? Or must I declare my loyalty to the H brand by purchasing thousands of dollars of merchandise I may or may not want?
Or worse, am I simply at the whim of the Hermes deities? Trying to buy a Kelly is like an episode of Seinfeld – where the soup nazi decides who may purchase soup. George and Elaine are denied because they fail to follow proper soup-ordering procedures and annoy the soup man. Perhaps my Kelly is really lobster bisque.
Thus far I am not one of the Chosen people. My sales associate was lovely and took down my information, but I have no confidence she will call. I remain intimidated by the Orange and think twice before crossing the threshold. I also do not have the luxury of time or the inclination to be a frequent visitor . . . or as I call it, a nudge.
The longer the wait the more likely my shopping itch will be scratched elsewhere. I tell myself that I don’t really want a Kelly. Maybe that will work.
No Soup For You
Please Hermes Gods, may Maura have some SOUP? (and I’ll take another serving too…)
Love PurseBop
XO
Please Hermes Gods, may Maura have some SOUP? (and I’ll take another serving too…)
Love PurseBop
XO
XO
