tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364316659206372002.post7574971449860389188..comments2023-09-06T11:35:34.943-04:00Comments on Gwyneth's Full Brew: Fear of Shopping: Upstairs at Bergdorf'sGwyneth Leechhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12599466297518036980noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364316659206372002.post-85427705755159623932011-02-14T16:54:14.049-05:002011-02-14T16:54:14.049-05:00Rebecca,
I had no idea either. I believe she was ...Rebecca,<br /><br />I had no idea either. I believe she was winging it. Maybe she thought we would actually buy those dresses, until she heard the price. Such cool!Gwyneth Leechhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12599466297518036980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364316659206372002.post-86949139213109507942011-02-14T16:52:56.296-05:002011-02-14T16:52:56.296-05:00Stephanie,
Thank you for posting your vivid shopp...Stephanie,<br /><br />Thank you for posting your vivid shopping with mother story! We sometimes ate at John Wanamaker's<br />Department store, but more usually Horn & Hadart's Automat on Market Street in Philadelphia. That is another whole story.Gwyneth Leechhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12599466297518036980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364316659206372002.post-22159677654147569632011-02-14T16:32:01.633-05:002011-02-14T16:32:01.633-05:00I remember hearing about this from you back in the...I remember hearing about this from you back in the day! What a delightful snap shot of your mom. I had no idea that she would orchestrate such a moment with such playful cunning.Rebeccanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364316659206372002.post-28737866914044883462011-02-12T19:42:10.592-05:002011-02-12T19:42:10.592-05:00Awesome post.Awesome post.Rowenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835972705727030948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1364316659206372002.post-64534512152947319112011-02-11T09:05:56.132-05:002011-02-11T09:05:56.132-05:00As a little girl growing up in the Bronx, I often ...As a little girl growing up in the Bronx, I often spent Saturday afternoons in the fine department stores on 5th Ave. My mother seemed to feel that the store was an extension of her apartment She walked around the store, high heels clicking., supremely happy When we were finished shopping, usually buying one hand towel or 3 bars of soap, (all we could afford,) we would eat in the store restaurant. The restaurants had poetic names like "The Bird Cage, "The Charlston Garden." I remember them serving tea sandwiches cut in triangles, filled with egg salad or cream cheese with pimentos.stephanie Brody-Ledermanhttp://www.stephaniebrodylederman.comnoreply@blogger.com