To be completely honest, I hate to shop. I hate the mall. I hate the dressing room lighting and digging through shelves and trying on items that don’t fit properly. I have little to no fashion sense and never know what to buy. As a result, I rarely shop in store. The only exception to this rule is shoe shopping. I do love shoes. And purses. OK, so there are two exceptions.
But clothes shopping? Nope. I can get away with not shopping often since I can wear a extremely unflattering nice company-branded polo shirt to work every day if I wanted. However, after 5 or 6 consecutive days of feeling like a mechanic (no offense to mechanics, but as a woman, it’s not good to feel like one, just take my word for it) I start to dig around through my closet for something a little…nicer/sexier/classier than the standard polo and khaki combo.
Last year my mother and sister (the true fashionistas in our family) came to visit and cleaned out about 20 bags from our closet. We even found a high school homecoming dress which, sadly enough, is back in style! I had nothing left. We hit the mall. I lucked out at Ann Taylor and restocked my closet with some essentials. This year while in Chicago we hit the mall again. I will blog next week about my panic attack after shopping at BCBG (evil place!) but for now I’ll keep this nice and happy.
We went to Ann Taylor and I brought 13 items into the dressing room to try on. 11 of them fit me perfectly. It was…unheard of…angels were singing and rainbows bursting and birds tweeting. Something like that has never happened in my entire shopping life. Of course, I had to buy them all. Here’s me parading around at my parent’s house showing my husband what exactly $745 dollars buys you these days. Have you ever had such luck in the dressing room? Unheard of, I tell you!