Last Saturday I finally made the trek from Toronto to Buffalo for shopping (our dollar is almost at par!). I was so excited about the trip, I even stayed home on Friday night and tried to go to be bed early to no avail (my night owl ways always end up getting the best of me). I was totally prepared having got the lowdown on Buffalo shopping from my boyfriend R's sister.
So when R and I left the house at 10:30 AM, only 30 minutes past our target mark. We had planned to stop at McDonald's for breakfast (I know, I know), I was going to trade my McMuffin for a hashbrown and I was excited. Then we missed the 11 AM cutoff time due to traffic, forgetting the directions at home, and having to return a video to Liberty Village (I still seem to hang out there all the time even though I moved). So what does a gluten-free do for a quick breakfast on the go? She has to go to Kensington Market in pursuit of a cafe that does gluten-free baking and pick up a dry cranberry scone (which takes over 30 minutes in traffic).
When are we going to get there already?
Needless to say once we had left the city, we were about two hours behind schedule and I was grumpy. I read my Globe & Mail and tried to chill out with Twitter and my coffee en route. Finally we get to our first destination:
Fashion Outlets of Niagara Falls. It is now almost 3 PM, and I was dressed in my most hideous clothing (R's sis says to wear clothes you can throw out and just change into your new duds). Old jeans that fit weird, a Henley shirt with a hole, a small old purse, and flats that have been trashed for a loong time. So I am feeling extremely hot and not in the mood for shopping but I have come prepared so I must get shopping.
I am generally not impressed with this place but still manage to spend over four hours in it. I come out with an oversized black cashmere scarf (perfect for winter and doubles as a blanket while traveling) for $100 from Saks Fifth Avenue outlet. I also got two black tops from Lucky Jeans for less than $100, one hoodie sweatshirt for campus cruising and another silky boho top for dinner dates. Oh and a black beanie hat from Banana Republic. We leave dehydrated and hungry (forgot to bring some USD for drinks and such) but determined to make it to the
Walden Galleria mall in time to shop still.
When I walk in the mall I am filled with relief as I realize that this mall is "normal" and Lord & Taylor does carry Free People and Rock & Republic. I find a pair of
Guess skinny pants that are like a genius mixture of a yoga pant (read: comfy), skinny jean and dress slacks (plus my derriere looks fabulous in them). Then I found
this black bag by Cole Haan, which I thought was perfect for my oversized needs ... until I took out the stuffing and it sagged to resemble a hobo bag (even though it is supposed ot be semi-structured). What is up with purse manufacturers not using a hard plastic stiffener in the bottom of the bags so that your bag doesn't look like a saggy sack once you put more than a wallet and a camera in it?
Moving on to L'Occitane for my favorite
lavender shea butter hand creme which for some reason only sells it's purse sizes in the States so I have to stock up every time I head south. Over to Lucky Jeans where I totally luck out on a boho peasant black top/dress for $42 and then, oh and then I found my bag! After an extensive search lasting over two months, I found the perfect oversized black leather bag without too many embellishments and logos, that doesn't sag, or look ridiculously huge.
Yes that's it,
my new love. It was a super steal for under $200 and it fits my MacBook if I so need to put it in there, but really I am on the hunt for a teeny netbook and thus will be able to leave my huge laptop at home (why does it feel like a big PC sometimes?).
In a post-shopping bliss we quickly zipped over to Target for some dark chocolate M&M's and Orbitz Sweet Mint gum (love, love, love) and then back to the mall for food. Yes I survived the entire 12 hour day on a cranberry scone and a 1/2 of a Coke. THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY. So delicious, I love this place and now it is my ritual to finish all Buffalo shopping at this restaurant. It was weird though because all of the locals were tarted up like it was a hotspot, which I guess for Buffalo it is. So I changed out of my old, ratty clothes and into my new fabulous ones in the washroom. And in conclusion, I have decided that Buffalo
shopping hunting does have it's many advantages, I am sure I will be back there in no time.