Tara walked up to the counter, her arms loaded with a pair of grey skinny jeans and underwear. Off to the side, two older women were arguing over a bottle of perfume.
“Are you in line, or?”… Tara trailed off.
“Yes, we are,” they said and placed their belongings on the counter, chatting to the salesman for what seemed like an unnecessary amount of time, at least to Tara.
While Tara stood there with her husband, she looked around at all the horrible-looking purses. “Okay, which one do you think is the ugliest?” Tara asked her husband. “They’re all the same,” he said. “Yeah, but they’re all awful,” Tara laughed. “I mean, look at this one. It looks like a tiny dog should be popping his head out of it. God. They’re so ugly.”
Finally, the women at the counter were finishing up. As they slid their bags over their shoulders, they cooed at the salesman saying, “Oh, we wish you could come shopping with us all day!”
He laughed politely.
Tara waited until the two women were out of the front door before she rolled her eyes and walked up to the counter, waving her hand in front of her face at the cloud of perfume that the women left in the trail. “Ugh,” she said to the salesman. “That perfume smells awful.” Tara thought the salesman would agree with her, seeing that he had to sit there and smell it all day, but this wasn’t the case.
A saleslady behind the counter snapped her head up and glared at Tara.
“Yeah, some people really don’t like the Obsession line,” he said politely.
“I just hate all perfume in general,” Tara said. Feeling guilty, she tried to make small talk about the perfume.
“Is it some famous celebrity’s line?” Tara asked, drawing the word “celebrity” out like she had never heard of — or seen one — in her whole life. Which, after living in Los Angeles for two years, was not the case.
The saleslady behind the counter walked away.
Tara’s husband laughed.
Tara looked from her husband back to the salesman. “What? You know, like Obsession by Jay-Z or something?”
“I’m pretty sure Calvin Klein just has their own label,” Tara’s husband said, as if she were a complete moron for not knowing this insignificant (to her) fact.
“Oh,” Tara said, feeling stupid and annoyed at her husband. “Well excuse me for being stupid and asking a question,” she retorted. Tara finished paying for her clothes. The salesman printed off three coupons for other stores in the outlet mall and the third one ripped. Tara bit her tongue — she’d been about to say, “Don’t worry, I don’t shop there,” but realized at the last second how rude she sounded. Instead, she reached forward and helped hold the receipt down so the salesman could tape the coupon back together.
I’m trying to get rid of my clothes I don’t wear. One of my favorite parts about living on the road was the fact that I had such a limited wardrobe to choose from. It made getting dressed a lot easier. Now that we’ve unpacked everything and I have a full closet and dresser, I’m overwhelmed in the morning when it’s time to get dressed. So I’ve printed off pictures of my favorite outfits from Pinterest and am trying to recreate them using what I have in my closet. All the other clothes (unless I actually wear them on a regular basis) are going into the donation pile. If you know how much of a hoarder I am, you’d be impressed that I’m attempting to part with so many clothes. It’s a battle. I have tank tops that I bought when I was in college that I’m having a hard time parting with.
Last weekend, B and I went shopping at the outlet mall because B needed some new jeans and a couple of nicer shirts. I had a list of things I was looking for to finalize my Pinterest outfits. I actually had fun going clothes shopping and for once I didn’t buy anything I didn’t really like. I brought my pictures along with me and at one point I had them spread out on the floor while I was trying on three different chambray shirts (I didn’t know what a chambray shirt was until recently, just FYI) because I couldn’t decide on the right color (I didn’t like any of them, so I put them all back). Shopping with a list is a lot easier. Huh.
Now I just need to get rid of some more clothes.