By this time I was using my 35s and 30 birkins quite frequently, and realized that I don't use the 40 anymore. It was just too heavy and oversized on me, so I came to the decision to sell her off and let her go to a better home, and use the money to contribute to my withering money tree.
I had decided to make a trip down to Paris, just especially to try and score some bags since the euro was quite weak and prices were very much more palatable then the Japan ones. I had even hoped to get a croc birkin (in black of course), and so it was with high hopes and expectations that I set off on my trip..
I looked through the reveals and it seemed that almost everyone is having quite an easy time scoring in Paris. I went through all the archived threads and armed myself with the knowledge of how best to go about scoring a birkin. So I woke up early and dragged myself out of bed every single day to be there when FSH first opens. Then I go there again once in the afternoon at 3pm when the shipments are supposedly arriving. And in the meantime I go to the George V or Grenelle stores to try my luck.
Paris was in one word - wretched.
It was so horrible! I had purposely timed my trip in mid Sept, right when the craftsmen were supposed to come back from their holidays and before the madness of Paris Fashion week commences. All my planning and hopes were for naught. I even thought I might be able to place a SO! Yeah right, I would be lucky if I even got offered a birkin 30.
It was such a disheartening feeling, everyday going to the store and getting rejected left right front centre. And the worst thing was, I was not just after a birkin! I was interested in the lindy, and the picotin too! There was absolutely nothing for me, perhaps it was because they thought I was a reseller, or that I looked too young, or that I was just plain unlucky.
I was never ever rude, was unfailingly polite and for the most part most of the SAs were really nice too other than one horrid horrid woman who was extremely snarky and told me that iris was a new color and would only come in next year when there was an iris jypsiere displayed right behind her.
Eventually on the very last day I managed to get a lindy in etoupe, but that was for my mom as I already had something in Gris T so I wanted something that had more color. Same for the picotin, got one in chocolate for a friend but I had wanted something brighter and they had nothing. It got so bad that I actually developed a slight phobia of going to the H store, every morning when I got out of bed I would be filled with a slight sense of dismay, like argh am I going to get rejected again! It is truly a very disheartening feeling.
There seemed to be no stock at all in Paris! I wanted to get another belt, this time in an etoupe size 85, and they didn't even have that! Was looking forward to getting the CSMC in Noir, again, nothing. They had the CSMC in every other color but Noir!
So it was with a very heavy heart that I left Paris, went there with the hopes of emptying my H bank account and came back with an account that had barely been shaved.:cry: