Denied in Celine.

Remember Carrie’s s

When she marched into the gorgeous suite she shared with the Russian and was like, “I fell in Dior.” I always imagined that would be mortifying until I had my on little mishap… in Celine.

I decided randomly shortly after I moved to the city, that I wanted to make a big purchase for year anniversary. Chanel should get my coin, I would every now and then put money away toward it. So when we yolo’d and booked this trip, I figured that a Chanel in Paris would be the ultimate treat.

Wearing: J.Crew Colorblocked Coat, Zara Leather and Lace T-Shirt, Topshop Skirt, J.Crew Necklace, J.Crew Jenna Bracelet, Michael Kors Watch and Furla Candy Mini Satchel

Here’s the thing, I want a bright blue small quilted 2.55 bag. ‘Cept the blue is a seasonal color. You see where I’m going here? So we go to three different Chanel boutiques, including the biggest one in the world. I see nothing. Nada.

We mosey on down to Celine. Arianna finds something she likes. One, down. Justine and I, well, we like the same bag, but according to the sales lady, there is only one style in the store. So I chose another one.

My boss has this rule, you shouldn’t be able to look someone up and down and know how much they paid for something. So that means, less obvious styles, no logos and it severely decreases the amount of people that carry the bag. It’s like fashion’s little secret, or this is what I told myself, anyway.

So, that’s it. I’ll have this one.

We all walk down stairs where we’ll pay. Justine pays hers. Arianna gets hers. My turn? The receipt prints ‘Abandon Debit.’

Abandon. Debit.

Not possible, I tell the lady, try again. I checked my balance to be sure my money wasn’t stolen since I gave myself a Chanel budget earlier in the morning before we left the hotel. Looks good to me.

I go outside in the rain to tap into the wireless across the street. Nope, Mint.com is showing I wasn’t robbed. At this point, Arianna has gone to get Justine (who went back to Chanel) to see if I could transfer the money to her if I use her card. Stephanie swipes for me. Nope. Not happening. Her card didn’t work, either. The sales associates are getting antsy and want to close the store.

I walk dejected back into the rain and try not to cry. I call Bank of America and am told that the expiration date was entered wrong and the system rejected the card.

I was denied. in. Celine.

You know what else happened in Paris? I ate snails and frog legs.

I will never, I mean, nev-er eat frog legs again. Unless they are off the bone. This was a bit much for me. The snails, though? Yummy.

Go figure.

Au Revoir, Paris, hope to see you again, soon. Try not to deny me next time, hmkay?

Photos by Justine Santos

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