Alas my friends
I can wait no longer
For this damn economy
To get any stronger

I have done my best
I could possibly do
But I just don't see us
Pulling through

I am closing the shop
The end is near
So come out and see us
While we are still here

It's not that sad
The way I see it
Just a new beginning-
I don't feel defeated

We will still be open
For a month or two
We'll be selling our stock
At insane prices for you

It's been a great ride
I've enjoyed it a lot
I have made many friends
And learned a lot

I am not sure what
The future may hold
But first let's get all of this
Merchandise sold

Hope to see you soon!
XO
-gomi

I posted some new pictures on the page of the new T shirts that we created just for gomi!  I dug through my husband's old sketches and doodles (from when he was in high school) and had them printed on 100% organic cotton T shirts (of course) and they look great.  They have a very vintage look to them and are super soft and comfy... and a great price.  We are calling our line "Otis Regrets." Enjoy!

Gomi Girls and Gomi Boys, the new spring duds are rolling in so we're clearing out some space to make room.  All jeans, original prices from $105 - $265 are now all ONLY $50 / pair - brands like J Brand, Del Forte, Edun, Loomstate, Mociun and more.  Park Vogel Cashmere sweaters are 50% off, cashmere cotton luxury shirts from Majestic are slashed 50% - 75% off, dresses by your favorite local designers are available at greatly reduced prices.  
Also, we have really great new stuff that you should check out - crazy prints from Mociun, colorful seersucker from Feral Child, super affordable and awesome t-shirts from Species by the Thousands...  
Stop in, get a great deal and show some love to the gomi girls.
XO

I was talking to my husband last night about money. I was spiraling into a brain freeze with all of my financial concerns. Trying to figure our what I could cut out of my diet to make my life less expensive. Seriously, this recession session is no joke.
But get this, my husband, aka Debbie Downer (being a good German, he always has a dose of doubt to add to any situation) said the greatest thing. He said, "imagine if we had been this broke all these years. We would be famous by now." And I couldn't disagree with him. This brokeness, this suckfest, this collapse... it has pushed us into creative overdrive. I get up in the morning and work until the wee hours. No breaks. Maybe time for a little snack. Food isn't interesting these days, though.
I have been crafting like a mad crafter. I have crafted goodies for gomi. I am crafting ideas. I wrote and recorded vocals on two tracks that my husband is working on and composed another tune that we are going to lay down today. (My husband is working on the soundtrack for a film - think John Waters on PCP) I can't get my brain to stop. I squeezed a few hours of sleep in last night but woke up humming tunes and I couldn't make it stop. But coffee was an easy fix and we are up and at 'em again today.
So when the down gets downer and the frown gets frownier, take it from this frazzled shopgirl and milk it for all it is worth.

My grandma turned 100 on October 11th and I went down to Florida for the best party ever. And I took pictures!

She did a great job of blowing out the candles on her cake...

She got a letter from the White House.

Here is a picture of her as a little girl. She's the one with the big bow on top of her head. Her parents were tailors and made the outfits...

She kicked my butt at Scrabble.

I am so proud to be her granddaughter.

retail therapy


the economy sucks
we're low on bucks

who wants to shop
while the dow numbers drop

gomi is feeling the pinch
but the answer's a cinch

put the whole store on sale
what? everything on sale?

we can't wait to turn this around
so we've taken our pen and marked it all down

up to 40% off on all new fall goods
like cashmere leggings and sweatshirts with hoods

Majestic, Mischa Lampert, and John Patrick's Organic
will make you feel better and start easing the panick

my mom is a shrink (really!) and she told me it's true
that retail therapy can be so good for you

Cheers!
-gomi

gomi has had a hard summer. I know, you haven't heard from me in a while. You won't even know to look for this latest post because the last ten times you checked there was nothing new. It's not like nothing is going on, but sometimes you just don't feel like blogging.
Really, I am just busy with a pile of personal crap - apartment related, surprisingly all consuming and really annoying - or had been all summer and still am, and I was pretty much leaving gomi in the very capable hands of my gomigirls. I am reminded over an over again how wonderful they are.
But now, things are making gomi worry. Fer real this time. I mean, things were ok this past year. good. not great. but good. I was looking forward to the usual autumn boost. September started on the right track. I mean, the store is filled with the best stuff I have ever bought. Seriously. My husband was folding the laundry the other day and commented, "all of your shirts are so soft and special..." No joke, true story. You know why? Because all of the stuff I wear is from gomi. And it is special and soft. I feel good wearing it. I feel good selling it. So, September started off on the right foot. People coming in and leaving with bags stuffed with organic cotton/cashmere blend tops from Majestic and Vivian Westwood maryjanes. And then, plop. The bottom fell out. The last two weeks just plain suck. The fear is palpable. People are freaked out. Here's my guess as to what is happening right now: people are choosing boozing over clothing. New priorities. Or maybe it's just me. mmm boozing does sound good right now.
Probably not many boutique owners choose to blog about how their businesses are suffering, and I am guessing that there is a good reason for that. But, f**k it. I am hurting, and maybe you are too. Let's get it out there so we can get creative and make it through this together. So look for my schemes and stay tuned as I come up with clever ways to save you money and earn some for my little store at the same time. Translation: new fall merchandise on sale. I am cooking up some ideas now. But don't wait to stop in... Just ask the girls when you get to the store and they will fill you in on whatever - for now - unadvertised sale is going on. And if you have never been to one of our sales, know this: I don't mess around - there will be heavy discounts.

As some of you may know, I moved into a new apartment this past Autumn. I am still unpacking, and honestly I can see no end in sight... But there are some perks to unpacking. It can almost be like shopping. Your old stuff all of a sudden seems interesting again.
I unpacked a box of blankets and linens the other day and came across my most favorite blanket. I can't believe I had packed it. It is a brown and white crocheted throw that my grandmother knit for my father years and years ago. My father died about 10 years ago. I still miss him every day. When he died, my brothers and I went through his stuff and none of us wanted to take the lazy boy type lounge chair that he had napped in every day. He would come home from work and sit in his chair and would soon be snoring loudly with his mouth opened. I thought it was kinda gross and annoying. It is funny what you can miss about a person. Anyway, somehow the chair was just too intense, and we didn't take it. I feel bad about that now. But I did take the blanked that was always draped on the back of the chair when he wasn't snoozing under it.
I am no stranger to the sofa snooze. Maybe I don't fall asleep with my mouth agape, (God forbid I became any more like my parents) but I do get in some good veg time tucked under that blanket. Now that is comfort!

I already posted a bulletin about this, and I put the video on my page, but I do have some blog readers, so for ya'all, here is some fabulous TV footage of yours truly. This aired on NBC over the weekend. I like how scrappy I look. Oh, and in case you missed it on TV, and you can't watch it here, it will be airing on those annoying little TV screens in the back of Yellow Cabs in NYC.
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