Tuesday, January 18, 2011
What not to wear
As I tried on pair after pair, I determined that hell might consist of a tiny, heated room covered in mirrors where you are forced to try on jeans. Forever. It's a frightening thought. Honestly, if they look that bad on the hanger, imagine what they looked like from behind. I may never leave my house again.
I went to the mall, people. I couldn't even remember the last time I set foot in a mall. I just remembered that it was hot. And it wasn't the last time it was hot.
And I didn't buy a single pair. In fact, I didn't buy a single thing of any type. I really needed Clinton and Stacy to take my hand. I realized I was on the verge of the breakdown that almost everyone has on the show when they try to buy jeans and dropped everything and left the fourth store I entered. I got in my car and drove myself home, new jeans-less.
Somebody, anybody...please nominate me, 'mkay? I have plenty o' stuff that could be ridiculed and tossed into a garbage can and a fresh start with a professional opinion could be nice.
Posted by Cheryl at 1/18/2011