Look who's there!

I’m aware of the fact that repeating the ‘COS’ word as often as I do in one day of blogging is a sign of a severe dysfunction of my personal life. But the undeniable fact remains that all my colleagues do possess that special something in their style of dress. So on the Street Clash blog I came across a photo of my fellow member of the sales team from the Berlin store. Super!

I just love how much Susie loves COS! Printed it out for colleagues with pride but they asked ‘who’s Susie?’.Well, for those who are somewhat interested there are nine points of how lovely COS is.

Midnight tales

Greying Brussels sky is welcoming me back, but I’m not sure whether the greying London sky was much different. Inside my home though things seem to be sharper, rosier and sweeter ( or is it the scent of the Muji candles?). At the time of the heartbreak I love taking random pictures around my place.

Blame it either on the fact that the new year has come or on array of inspirational images, objects and people, but I’m creating an off-mood for the season to come. And to praise such doing, here’s another ‘magic extractor’ post with some real favourites of my wardrobe and some imaginary ones. I’m hoping to stuff my tiny closet brimful with all that is draped, asymmetric, jersey, powder tones, see-through and wood. All shades of grey are always welcome too. I’m starting an early spring clean because at this moment the closet is stuffed with black, and there are already massive amounts of stuff to either sell or donate, and I still haven’t decided exactly how I’ll be doing this, most likely the good old way – eBay.

the survival

So we did survive. And nevermind the fire in a neighbouring store! Despite of all ‘credit crunch’ bullshit that all newspapers are feeding to us, people were ready to spend their souls out on the first day of the sale. I’ve never seen a shop so empty – they bought everything off the rails, tables and even mannequins. I’ve never heard money figures so big being made in our store. I’ve never done the till behind which there was a 7 meter queue. I’ve never seen Mustafa working in such high tempo (that’s an internal joke). Congrats to all! There are just a few very comic points to retain for the future sales to come:
• Wait for the moment when they bend down to fit the shoes to step over some customers who have built a communal fitting room between the elevator and the mirror.
• Give compliments to the customer who managed to undress the mannequin to fit the jacket and dress it back in pristine condition.
It was a day when I missed my camera a lot, there could be some wonderful pictures of the pathos and obliquity to which people resort during this day. Anyhow, I’ll be spending next Saturday in the much more entertaining surroundings, i. e. good old London. Hooray!