How my daughter managed to poop at the JCrew sample sale and then again at ON (for mothers only)

I had planned to write a post about the JCrew sample sale that is going on this week in NYC if I ever decided to go (which I finally did today), but the sale turned out to be so boring and uninteresting that I wasn't even motivated enough to take pictures to post (plus the only time that I took the camera out I was immediately gunned down by not one but two guys of the staff as if it were a nuclear plant and I a potential terrorist).
My husband is on a business trip and each time that he goes away I do things that I would never do when he's around just because he's not watching. Like taking my daughter on a afternoon-long shopping trip to one of Manhattan most unpleasant neighborhoods (Penn Station - I used to work there and I hated every minute of my lunch break). At this point you must have a very bad opinion of my husband, but besides the fact that we don't share the same passion for shopping in general (I would say that we are at the opposite on this matter) and Jcrew in particular, he is a very good husband. And he's handsome!

The weather was bad today and my daughter was about to nap so I didn't feel too guilty to plot my little escapade while she was dreaming of going to the playground, because I couldn't have taken her to the park anyway.
You have to know that my daughter has always been on the constipated side, with a peak last summer where for at least three months she was only able to pass a stool with the help of a suppositoire (it was horrible to watch, she really suffered a lot). Now it's better but I have to say that normally poop is not something that I have to worry about when we are around. But ten minutes after we arrived at the sample sale (she was in a very good mood by the way, she made me laugh several times and entertained the staff as well) she, well, pooped. And you could see on the faces of the ladies who were inspecting the racks of $60 sweaters with big holes in them that they could smell it and they knew where the smell was coming from as she was the only kid at the sale (that is as to say that I was the only mother to think that a JCrew sample sale was a place to take your kid to). At Clothingline (the company that hosts the sale) they don't even have fitting rooms, let alone kid-friendly restrooms with changing tables ,so I decided to do nothing about it until we left (she didn't seem to be too bothered).

The next stop was Old Navy where I checked out the graphic tee that Slastena is wearing here. When we entered the big fitting room she reminded me, in case I had forgotten, (which I did, but you have to understand, I had just found the only XS left under a pile of other tees) that she had pooped and needed to be changed (she said "Cacca", Italian for poop, and "Diaper", in English this time). At that point my maternal instinct came back and I underwent the not-so-pleasant operation of changing her in the fitting room, which turned out to be one of the most embarassing moment of my short career in motherhood, because for the life of me I can't remember a poop that smalled so bad and to make things worst I DIDN'T HAVE a plastic bag with me to dispose it (in the end I simply closed the diaper with the thing in it as firmly as I could and put it the stroller basket). So, if by any chance you were at Old Navy on 34th Street today around 4.30 and you happened to smell something weird in your fitting room, that was certainly us. Another embarassing moment was when she run out of the fitting room and I had to run after her in my panties and catch her before she got into trouble.

But all in all it was a lot of fun. And I was happy that I didn't find anything to buy at the sample sale because on our way back we made a last stop at a JCrew store and I found some unbelievable deals on items that I've been coveting for a very long time (I got the patent Cate slingbacks for $52 and the matchstick surplus gray jeans for another $50, thanks to the red card that one follower was so nice to send me. Debra thank you again!)
So, if there is a lesson about sample sales that I have learned today is that it feels so good to be able to buy for a very good price something that has been longtime on my wishlist, as opposed to spend on something that I haven't DESIRED, just because it seems such a good deal. When I'm tempted to buy something on an impulse just because it's a deal that I can't miss, I should always tell myself that if I hadn't happened to see it, I wouldn't want it (this could be true for most of the clothes that we buy, but is especially true for clothes that we buy at a sample sale).

The other lesson would be never leave the house without plastic bags.