We had the distinct honor of being invited to the Nordstrom Grand Opening Event at their new store in the Burlington Mall on Wednesday night!
The Good: It was fabulous. The evening began at 6:30 with passed cocktails and hors d’oeuvres, as well as buffet tables and open bar throughout at the store.
The two full-length fashion shows featured the latest designs by Milly (adore), Vince (snore), Missoni (yuck), Diane Von Fustenberg (yum), and St. John (surprisingly adorable), to list a few. These 20 minute shows gave us ample opportunity to put all our reality TV watching to good use by making snarky comments on the models’ walks and the designers’ designs.
Miss J and Nina Garcia would be so proud!
During the fashion show, the tables were reset for dessert, featuring the most delicious lemon bars, chocolate tarts, glasses of mousse, and even “smores on a stick.” Delectable.
The Bad: Juggling plates of salmon and giant sugar-rimmed peachtinis is relatively dangerous around the pseudo couture. One juggling act resulted in a thai shrimp skipping down my pencil skirt. buffets are dangerous! Also, buffets (like Amtrak stations) bring out the worst in a crowd. They need to pick ONE end of the table to load with plates and silverware. Otherwise people will flow from both ends along the buffet, resulting in a traffic jam in the middle, with all parties feeling self-righteous and impatiently glaring at each other while vying for the salad tongs. Just a suggestion.
The Ugly: Imagine this: you are dressed to the nines, teetering back to the coat check after innumerable glasses of champagne and peachtinis, when you see it: the wall of giant silver boxes. THE GIFT BAG. Your mind swims with the possibilities: tiny pots of La Mer, mini bottles of Laura Mercier liquid liner, a vial of the new Chanel Chance perfume (totally snagging this for summer by the way), maybe even a free makeup gift set. Your smile widens in delight as you struggle into your coat and charge towards the gift box. It is passed into your grip like the Olympic torch and you stumble along until you’re an acceptable distance before, heart pounding, adrenaline coursing through your veins, you rip it open to reveal…a commemorative plate. and a tacky, doodled “girly” plate that looks like an embarassing dailycandy illustration ripoff.
(shudder).
