One of my co-workers came to me and said that she likes the way that I incorporate color in my many outfits. She said that she just likes the way I dress and that she wish she knew how to add color as well. She is mainly a brown, black and white type of dresser. She also mentioned that she wish I could go with her and help her to pick out clothes. I told her to let me know when she is ready and I will go with her. She was in total shock that I agreed to go. I told her there were a few rules before I went with her and the rules were that she could not get anything beige, brown, khaki, black or white. The next rule was that she didn't have to buy it because I liked it, but that she did have to value my opinion if I told her she looked like a granny in the outfits. She agreed. So we planned one Friday morning to go on a shopping spree.
She asked me to pick out a store, because the last time she bought something was when JCPenney put out their last catalog. Umm, that was over 25 years ago. I paused for a minute and said, "Let's get this straight, you haven't bought anything for yourself in that length of time?" She said she had not and that she haven't gone shopping and tried on clothes in a long time. I thought to myself that my work would be cut out for me. So I chose Ross only because I knew it wasn't too expensive and the store had something I knew she would like. So we met at Ross that Friday morning around 9:00 a.m. I asked her what was her style and what did she like. She had no idea. She said choose something I would wear and we would go from there. She said that her budget was $100.00 and we began looking for clothes. Everything I picked up for her, she saw something wrong it...the sleeves were too short, the sleeves were not long enough, it was too bright, it wasn't brown. LAAAWWWDDDD!!! So we stopped and I said, "Listen, you were the one who came to me for help. I didn't come to you and tell you something was wrong with your clothes. YOU CAME TO ME, so we are going to pick out some outfits and you tell me if you like them or not." I told her that today was her stepping out of the box day.
She picked out a few outfits and I picked out a few outfits and we put them in the buggy for her to try on. I told her that I would sit outside while she tried on every piece of clothing and that I would either critique it or tell her how good it looked on her. Off to the dressing room she went. When she came out with outfit number 1, I told her how it complimented her figure and that she should get it. When she came out with outfit number 2, I told her how she look like somebody's grandma and that she should not get it, and we continued with this until all 5,000 outfits were tried on....or what seemed like 5,000 anyway. When she did decide that she was done, she said she had a fun day and we proceeded to the register. I asked her was she content with her purchases and she said that she could hardly wait to wear them to work the following week.
Well needless to say, I haven't seen her with one outfit on yet....it has been 4 weeks since the shopping spree. When I asked her about her new clothes, she just says that she hasn't had time to wear them yet. I looked at her like REALLY! In my opinion, I think she took them back. I mean, what was the point in asking me to go with you to help you pick out clothes that you don't even wear. That was a waste of my time. Remember, she asked me, I didn't ask her. And if she didn't like the clothes, she could have said she did not like them. I wasn't forcing her to buy anything she did not like. And just the other day I saw her.....with them brown pants on and her white shirt. Oh well. To each his own.
QUEENBEE
