At a stylist's apartment this weekend, I spied a suspiciously cute sweater dress - black, slightly sheer, and shaped like the torso of a rock star. "Did Stella McCartney have a sample sale?" I asked. When her face turned red, I thought it meant, "Yes, and I didn't tell you because secretly, I haven't forgiven you for that one time in London." Instead, she confessed something different. "It's not Stella," she said, "It's Strawberry. I don't know what ever compelled me to go in there, but now it's like my new Forever 21 - only even cheaper and less crowded. I'm obsessed." I heard the same story from three other girls last week. Tell me you've heard it too?