I have a confession, a strange and crazy confession, one that will absolutely blow your mind and shake your entire world. Perhaps I’m over hyping it, perhaps you won’t think it’s a big deal, but considering the perspective that I’m a retail blogger in a Zara obsessed world perhaps you will agree, this is quite a bombshell. Okay Okay, here it is, I have never been into a Zara store.
Do you ever feel some stores do not cater to you? I mean like if you walked into them you would instantly be judged because of the clothes you wear, or the size of your bank account? It’s almost like this looming intimidation. Yes, I learned recently that Zara is a part of the growing fast fashion trend, but when I was in high school the only Zara I had ever seen was lined up at the old hall of Houston Galleria alongside Dolce & Gabana, Armani, and Versace; instead of the more appropriate hall alongside Urban Outfitters, and H&M.
The store itself displays were simple, missing the normal tacky Fast Fashion signs revealing pants for 29.99. The store itself was not crowded with teeny-boppers or incredibly young millennials of that day, I suppose because the hype had yet to catch on.
Very recently the excitement of Zara has emerged here in the US and I have still never entered one. Yes now I know it’s fast fashion, yes, now I understand it has amazing styles at amazing deals, but I love a sense of wonder.
When I was a big wig important shopgirl I visited several malls across the country every month. I spent most of my hours setting up shop, training employees, and being boss. When I had a break I circled the malls, occasionally spotting something much like the holy grail, a store I had never ventured into. What an exciting and renewed sensation that would tingle down my spine and through my fingertips, a reminder that all I had to see in life was not yet seen. It gave me a sense of wonder; what could be in that shop? What could that experience be like? I may never purchase a thing…it’s 100% about the atmosphere.
Another confession my dear readers, I suffer from severe depression, the kind that keeps you up most nights either reeling with anxiety over mortality and then the rest of the nights contemplating suicide. My new hair is a symbol of my struggle, and more importantly my survival. It’s a memorial to those who suffered alongside me but gave in somewhere along the way . I have held onto new adventures for the days when my struggle with depression would rear its ugliest of heads, or life began to lose its zeal. On those days, the dark ones, the hard ones, I would promise myself a new experience in order to prove to myself I have more adventures left here.
Why the mall? Well when you are low on funds, and not feeling much motivation to go very far, the mall is free admission AND full of a variety experiences. It’s my entire purpose here on this blog, this is what it is all about, sharing with you the magic of the mall experience. Retail Therapy through window shopping is so much cheaper than actual therapy.
Zara is a place I have been holding close for ages, though with its drab displays, I must confess it’s never been far up on my list. But now with the hype I’ve been debating an actual vlog documenting my first impressions of a Zara, if anyone would be interested that is…
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