Okay, so, Sigerson Morrison NYC. Man, that name takes me back. Used to be, you’d see their stuff, and it just screamed ‘cool New York chick,’ you know? Not flashy, but like, effortlessly stylish. I always had my eye on a pair of their boots. It was all about a certain feeling:
- Effortless cool.
- A bit of an edge, but still sophisticated.
- That ‘I just threw this on’ kind of perfect.
My Recent NYC Jaunt
So, fast forward a bit, I found myself in NYC, had a little time to kill. And I thought, right, I’m gonna go find a Sigerson Morrison spot. Been a while. I was picturing this specific kind of vibe, you know, like their old boutiques. My plan was simple: find the store, browse a bit, maybe relive some of that old magic.
Walked around SoHo, looked ’em up. And yeah, found a place. But it wasn’t quite what I remembered. Maybe it’s just me, or maybe retail everywhere is just… morphing. It felt a bit more… I dunno, standard? Less of that specific gritty chic I had in my head. Or maybe the grit was just in my head all along, ha. Honestly, it felt a little less unique than I’d built it up to be.
That Old Pair of Mules
It got me thinking, though. About how much I wanted a pair of their kitten heel mules back in the day. I was working this awful job, barely making rent. And those shoes, they were like a symbol. If I could get those shoes, I’d made it, or something silly like that. I actually saved up for months. My saving strategy was intense:
- Scrimped on coffee – major sacrifice!
- Packed my own lunch every single day.
- Skipped any and all after-work drinks.
It was a big deal, that whole process.
And when I finally got them? I wore them to this one interview. Felt like a million bucks, even though my suit was from a thrift store. Didn’t get the job, by the way. Classic. But the shoes, man, I loved those shoes. Wore ’em till the heels were ground down to nothing. They really saw me through some times.
Times Change, Right?
So yeah, seeing Sigerson Morrison again in NYC, it was a bit of a trip down memory lane. Things change, brands change, we change. It’s not a bad thing, just… is. Still, got a soft spot for what they represented to me back then. That little bit of NYC cool I was always chasing. It’s funny how an object, like a pair of shoes, can hold so many memories and feelings. You just don’t forget stuff like that. Definitely a brand that’s etched in my personal history.
