Rogue Gone Vogue: Marc by Marc Jacobs Sample Sale! Lessons Learned

So colorfully yummy! Down from ~~£200~~ to £68! Stylish, huge, cozy, and now part of my Skii Gear!

Ever wonder where all the seasons goodies that weren't bought go?

'Marc'-downs in the Menswear for this one! Colorful, cutesy, Marc Jacobs Wallets for £55? Yes indeed.

"I would go out tonight, But I haven't got a stitch to wear"

-The lights above the front desk

5 Lessons Learned About Sample-Sales

1. A Sample Sale is still pretty freaking expensive: 70% off was not as glorious as it sounded.

Well, looking at what was in my wallet it was expensive. But, I'm sure to any other Londoner that isn't a student these would be some whopping deals.

The reason for this is that 'Marc Jacobs' is the lower-market line of clothing, of which there were only a handful of garments left (and for good reason, no thanks!), while 'Marc by Marc Jacobs' is the much higher market line of clothing, which although reduced from £1,000 something, was still £400. Looking at what was in my wallet it was expensive.

I can appreciate the whopping deals but, because I'm a student I can't indulge: I'm sure to any other Londoner this event would be a shopping spree, but for me I have to count my blessings and savor it!

2. There aren't changing rooms; so you have to make do.

Size vary amongst every single jean, things can look awful on but gorgeous off, at a sample sale you can't return it: these are just a few of the reasons why trying things on are still a must.

So when you are in a situation like I was in: make do.

Embarrassingly, I went ahead and grabbed three rails that were full of garments: sneakily pretended I worked there and wheeled them to create a little space; and went for it.

Jeans were off and trousers were on in a second without anyone realizing.

Thank god I did; they looked awful on me. I mean take a look:

So off I went on trying the next pair; with James as my lookout. Fat lot of help he did.

What we both failed to realize: was this very concentrated older woman who was furiously flicking through the racks like pages in a book. 'Flick Flick Flick' she was coming closer.

I fumbled to put my jeans on before she got to my modesty-rack, only to realize they were still inside out. Despite my erratic, panicked frenzy of a situation behind the rack she was looking at; the woman was still so focused on her hunt that she failed to notice.

Luckily I got both my legs in and just as I was standing up to pull them up; I made eye contact with the now not-so-clothes-focused woman.

With my jeans halfway up my thighs and my (modest but still embarrassingly) pink kickers on show: I chuckled and gave an embarrassed and sheepish smile, which was reciprocated, and we both swiftly moved on.

Suffice to say I didn't get the trousers.

3. It's the perfect place for Marc Jacobs lovers, even through FaceTime.

"Mum, would you prefer this one or this one?" -Girl on FaceTime [to mum]

"I've sent you pictures"-Guy on the phone [to girlfriend perhaps]

"Anything you want me to get you?" -Me on FaceTime to Annie,

my friend and fellow Marc Jacobs lover.

Don't be surprised: Sample Sales are a surgical event.

No lushy, mushy, interior decor.

No changing rooms.

Nothing taken out of it's shipping plastic.

No sales people trying to sell you anything.

No one you can ask for help either!

Sample sales and the people that go to them mean business.

And that's why FaceTime is allowed; don't shy away from it!

4. Follow the people with their eyes glued to Google maps

The whole venue was situated on a dodgy road, where there was hardly anyone, with no clear signs.

When James and I had all but lost hope, we started looking for people, who were looking at their phones, looking for the venue. One girl figured it out and disappeared down an alleyway.

Down said alley way was some red velvet ropes and glass doors and we knew then we'd made it.