Alexandra’s is not for the faint of heart. The Weitzman and Prada shoes by the door sent a clear message: You cannot afford this place. Be intimidated.
Deep breath, be cool.
I attempted to hide from the personnel as I scooted in, sure they would sense my financial lack and give me the stink eye. I slunk around the backside of the racks, surreptitiously glancing at the price tags. Ye gads, $200 for a used Moschino sweater!
Wandering through the store, which is fairly huge, the layout started to make sense. Garments were grouped by type, then by color but not by size. The racks by the door are everything black, just black. Then, day dresses on a rack, formals on the wall, racks of separates and then coats. And on the farthest back wall, Eureka, the clearance rack. Every store has one. Designer only, so no plus sizes.
It would take hours to really shop this store thoroughly and the hubby was waiting, so I skimped. Also, when you know that literally everything is lightyears out of your budget, where’s the fun? For someone else, such as the couple checking out who dropped $1,800 apparently without heart palpitations or anything, Alexandra’s has an abundance of miraculous things. It truly was a pleasure to get a close up look at these incredibly well made garments. If you love designer, this is the place for you.
A slick publication in Seattle recently ran a review of Seattle’s consignment shops and where to get the best deals. They did not mention Alexandra’s, which seems insane. For anyone with a high profile job in downtown Seattle, this is place to shop, absolutely.
In all fairness, I did stop to chat with the lovely ladies who work in Alexandra’s and ask permission to snap a few pictures. They were the friendliest staff I have ever encountered anywhere. They were interesting and interested and just completely sweet. And that’s what I get for being paranoid.