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"Look! Over there! Marc Jacobs sample sale- 80% off retail! Ruuuuun!!!"

"Look! Over there! Marc Jacobs sample sale- 80% off retail! Ruuuuun!!!"

 

Good morning DABAs,

We have joined, along with Lindsey and Tiff, the DABA In Training program (For details please see the definition of “DABIT” that has just been added to the DABA Dictionary).  Our lives are geared towards becoming full-fledged DABA girls. As DABITs, we follow closely the plight of the DABA girls. We can see what this recession has done to you and your FBFs, and we want you to know that from the bottom of our hearts that we wish you the very best in these trying times.

We have, however, noticed something tres exciting, which will bring all DABAs some much-needed rose-colored-glasses - though they may have had their moment twelve seasons ago.  We’re sure that you remember from Econ 101 that as markets decrease, sales increase.  That means DABIT spending has increased at an untenable rate.  Would YOU say “no” to a $30 Ben Sherman shirtdress?  We didn’t think so.  Ladies, the market is down but so are retail prices, and with price tags like these, you can’t afford not to buy!  You’ll be giving up a few lunches at Tomoe Sushi, but at the rate finance guys are asking us out (and this rate is “no interest”), we could all stand to give up a few lunches, period.

Ladies, you are our older sisters, our cool cousins, our mother’s friend’s daughter we always hear about over Winter Break.  We need your reassurance that everything will turn out the way we have planned but just to hold off on telling our families which silver pattern we have selected.  You need our reassurance that you “definitely need” pretty much anything from any sample sale, regardless of what “he” says about “tightening the belt.” We need your advice on how to successfully nab our own FBFs.  You need us to tell you “you deserve better” than your Crackberry’d out FBF. 

Stay strong for your DABITs.

Kelley, Rachel, and Sarah.

DABIT and DABA Girl empathizers (wish we could be sympathizers)

 

Dear Kelley, Rachel, and Sarah,

The sample sale phenomenon has not gone unnoticed here at DABA Girl headquarters. Trust us, no one rocked the “I forgot my pants” shirtdress look more than us last season.  Does that mean that you should buy 5 at a sample sale just because they’re $30? NEGATIVE. On the other hand, if you manage to nab an invitation to the YSL sample sale this season, should you snatch up your dream heels marked down to $150? DEFINITELY.

Do you see the distinction?

Let’s break it down:

Look for long-term investments, whether that be a wide gladiator belt or a FBF. We only buy pieces that transition easily from winter to spring, from night to walk of shame, from starvation diet skinny to PMS emotional eating fat.  The same goes for FBFs. No need to be dating a guy who is going to flip out every time a bank gets bailed out or AIG get sued.  If you’re going to waste your pre-injectables years tied up in a relationship, it better be one that’s going to last.

Still not clear?

It’s ok, for you, we have all day:

Just because the tag says “Chanel” and its on sale doesn’t mean you should buy it.  DABA Girls don’t brand worship.  Sex and the City the Movie got it wrong. 

AND WE QUOTE, “Year after year, twenty-something women come to New York City in search of the two “L”s: labels and love.” 

Clearly, some Hollywood producer who thought he could write must have added that story line.  If we were label obsessed we would have stayed in our respective small towns and had new designer handbags shipped to us every month. Instead, we blow $2,000 per month to rent 500 square feet of barely livable space.  Be wary little DABITs.  It’s an easy mistake to make, especially with our very own Carrie Bradshaw leading you astray.

DABAs don’t do second rate. We don’t buy Miu Miu on sale if we wouldn’t have coveted it at full-price and we certainly don’t date guys that we don’t genuinely want to be spending time with. Unless of course they have a yacht and we’re in need of a tan. J/k. And by j/k, we mean not j/k, obvi.

In the midst of yellow and red daily warning levels, we cherish anything rose colored. Thank you for your support.  Please feel free to write in often and don’t stress, by the time you DABITs are of marriageable age, this whole messy recession business will have blown over.  For now, just focus on straight A’s so you can land your dream New York jobs (Seriously straight A’s.  B’s may fly in D.C. but not in this town).

Kisses galore,

The DABA Girls Extraordinaire

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I’m 27 and have been living in the city since I graduated college. Like many of you, I moved here with high hopes of a fabulous life full of designer shoes, glamorous parties and a FBF to spoil me rotten. Good news girls–those hopes became my reality and my life has been virtually perfect for the past few years.

Edward and I have been dating for a little over 3 years now. He is the most amazing man I have ever met - intelligent, charming, sweet and confident. Yes, he might be a bit of a smart-ass, but I can be too.   And, let’s be honest, he can be a smart-ass so long as I continue to be properly clothed, wined and dined. To call him handsome is an injustice. Deep green eyes. Olive skin. Thick dark brown hair. 6″4. Washboard abs. Perfectly carved shoulders. Cheekbones to die for…and the sex, well ladies, that couldn’t get any better.

Even though the economy is in the red, our relationship has stayed in the black. We’re still on track for that house in the Hamptons. Every chance we get we take a lovers get-away. He continues to shower me with sweet and sparkly gifts–I recently added a beautiful Roberto Coin necklace to my collection “just because.” He treats me like the center of his universe. Do we have problems? Of course! Typical relationship ups and downs. But, when one of his colleagues gets laid off or the market has had a trying day he never takes it out on me. I’ve been completely blessed and living in a fantasy world…that is…until yesterday… 

I was at Berfdorf’s looking for a simple cocktail dress for a function I’m hosting later this week. I fell in love with a perfectly classy and sassy Notte by Marchesa dress. Blush. Scoop neckline. Sleeveless. Embroidered bodice. Pleated A-Line skirt. Ruffled hem. Pure silk. I couldn’t live without it…or the Louboutin’s that, Ellen, my sales associate who has been helping me for years, brought over that seemed to be made for the dress.

I was on cloud nine as I glided to the checkout station and waited on my items to be wrapped. I was ready to sign on the dotted line when Ellen gasped, “I’m sorry Claudine, but it looks like your Bergdorf’s account has been frozen.”  Horrified yet still confident I replied, “That can’t be right, Edward always pays all of our bills on time…please try again.” She swiped again and I saw it for myself. “Declined” flashed across the credit card machine. I almost fainted. Flustered and embarrassed, I dug through my YSL to find my AmEx…making a mental note to call BG’s accounting department when I got home to straighten out this mess and demand an apology. 

Ellen swiped my AmEx and looked up at me with the most sympathetic eyes. “This one also seems to be frozen. I can hold your items here for you while you try to get this sorted out. I’m so sorry Claudine.” The words slowly started to sink in. Was I having a nightmare? I was absolutely mortified. 

Suddenly, I realized that this wasn’t a mistake at all…the recession was starting to wrap it’s ugly little hands around my dress, my Louboutin’s and my perfect life! 

Once securely in a cab, I began to violently text Edward about the public humiliation I had just endured and boldly asked him if he had any other surprises for me. 

He replied back “Babe, we talked about this.” No, we did not talk about this! Yes, a few days prior he mentioned that we needed to ‘cut back’ in a few areas. Claudine translation: Let’s try to not eat out as much or go on as many vacations. Never did I think I couldn’t shop for necessities! What am I going to wear to my function?! Girls, it looks like 2009 might be the year of…ugh…repeating outfits.

xoxo

Clothes-less Claudine

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