Joe the Plumber, meet Sarah the Shopper.
Seventy-five thousand dollars in just one day at Neiman Marcus. Fifty grand more at Saks. Another $7k at Barney’s and Bloomies.
And we thought those AIG executives were high rollers.
Poor Pat Nixon. All she ever got out of her days on the hustings was a frumpy wool coat and cocker spaniel named Checkers. Of course, this was before pencil skirts and stiletto boots and made their way into Republican campaign budgets.
But heck, why should we Democrats have a monopoly on style? Jackie Kennedy was a world class shopper even before Onassis came along to foot the bill. C’mon now, did we ever complain?
Actually, it’s kind of cute when you think about it. All these years, the sensible party of pearls and twin sweater sets has been longing to express its sybaritic side. Who knew? It’s like finding out that your dowdy aunt from Indianapolis has a secret fetish for leopard print push-up bras and thong underwear.
Or, as Rich Lowry might put it: Clothes, $150,000. Hair and make-up, $4,716.49. The chance to use “Republican” and “hot” in the same sentence, priceless.
True, the timing is not ideal. Just as we’re all tightening our belts, Sarah’s been out buying belts, probably made by Gucci, if the price tags are any indication. And it is perhaps a little awkward that the gal who’s gonna “rein in spending” and clean up all that waste in Washington has been throwing money around like somebody who’s just won the Super Lotto.
But frankly, girls, can’t we all relate? Who among us hasn’t gone a little crazy down at the Outlet Mall? I don’t care how smart a woman is, common sense just flies out the window when there’s a shoe sale goin’ on.
Besides, haven’t we been told time and time again that when the nation is in crisis, shopping is just about the most patriotic thing we citizens can do?
For myself personally, I see a silver lining in all of this. The next time my husband complains about my little extravagances, I’ll be able to point out that it could be so much worse.
Meanwhile, it’s nice to know that when Cinderella goes back to the land of muck boots and fleece, her new clothes will be given to charity. BTW, does anyone know, ahem, which thrift store might be the lucky recipient? Suddenly, I’m seein’ this trickle-down thing in a whole new light.