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One of my many discount Missoni pieces.

I grew up in a family that never paid retail.  Oh, it wasn’t that we couldn’t afford it.  We could.  We never paid retail because it simply wasn’t done.

Besides, we were Jews, and there was a Loehmann’s nearby. Shopping there was a biological imperative.  I still remember my first trip to the discount mecca.  How could I forget?  The array of bodies in that communal dressing room plagued my dreams for decades.  In one recurring nightmare, a barechested woman of a certain age smacked me in the face with her batwings as she reached for a blouse someone had put on the discard rack.

Oh, wait.  That actually happened. (more…)

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