So, I go through “ebay phases.” AKA phases where I miss the city and “real shopping.” Bloomies, Neiman Marcus, shops in Soho and the village. For Christ’s sake, I have dreams of the Staten Island Mall. Ah, a real mall. With fountains, plural. And more than one floor. And escalators! Four different wings, department stores… all those shoes. Crossgates is too far. And xgates does not have what I want. Xgates does not have juicy. It does not have vineyard vines. It has a very limited supply of Ralph Lauren. Ergo: EBAY. That miraculous, unending font of fashion, couture and miscellaneous junk people are clearing out of their garage. You can find couture from Japan, Milan, Paris… the list goes on and on. You can find anything, from sweaters to shoes to bathtubs. If it is to be had, you can find it on ebay.
However, ebay is not perfect. It is full of designer imposters. Horrible, vile indiviuals who put juicy couture labels on crap that is not juicy. People who spell gucci with one c, people who, sacre bleu! sell fake joe jeans! Therefore, one can spend hours sifting through ebay, looking at photos of tags, reading “how to tell if xyz is authentic” guides, trying to deduce if what you intend to bid on is real, or a knockoff.
But, after your meticulous 4 hour search, you paypal it, and come home one day to find a package on your doorstep. You didn’t go to Paris. You didn’t go to Milan, or even Bloomingdales. Couture has come to YOU. Therein lies the miracle that is ebay.
Fin.
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