Well, hello there!
I say this in a sing songy voice with my head tilted and my pony tail swinging. Please picture it.
I say it like that because I’m wearing my new leggings, boots, extra long sweater, and scarf. Insert my pony tail swinging again while I chew gum. Smack smack.
Yes. ‘Tis true. I am a fashionista because the young salesgirl from Nordstroms made me into one. In fact, she pulled a bunch of clothes to go with my new boots and my new leggings and I liked almost every single item except for one sweater that appeared to have a tutu on the bottom of it and made me look like a little girl playing dress up.
And, truth be told, I didn’t get a lot of say-so in my boots, either, because I apparently have too small of a foot and most boots don’t come in that size. One guy even said, “We don’t have that boot in your little foot size. Because you have little feet.” Really. I am not exaggerating. That’s what he said. So after picking out several, only to be told we don’t have your size, I just said, “Please bring me any size 5 brown boots you have, thank you very much, and no, I am not an elf.”
Luckily, I liked one of the two that were brought out. Two. That’s all they had in my size. And, luckily, I liked the pair on sale.
Anywho, my new obsession is leggings. People! PEOPLE! Why didn’t you tell me to start wearing these long ago? It is like I am in my pajama pants except that they’re considered trendy and appropriate whilst out and about. And then you just wear big long stuff over them and YOU CAN EAT ALL YOU WANT! I want to wear them every single day. Obviously.
Speaking of pajamas, I got a new pair of those, too.
Now that is a successful shopping trip.
This is pretty much me. Except it’s not me. But I pretty much bought this whole thing without the person inside.