You haven’t really lived until you’ve taken the express elevator to the shoe floor at Saks (5th avenue NY).
My deep enjoyment of this mechanic marvel is perhaps a little over the top but there is something rather magical about the one button and the ping as the doors open. Just about every luxury shoe brand you can imagine, soft music in the background and a fleet of helpful shop assistants at your beck and call.
Baby K #1 loved to hang out in his stroller and slept like a log if we were out in public, but woke up the second we came home so I spent many a rainy and cold day in department stores.
The best thing about being something of a regular is that you start to get recognised, and just a little bit of special treatment. When the 70% sale hit Saks these brown Chanel biker boots were discretely saved in the back room for me. You did hear me say 70% off, right?!