Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Dressing Rooms Need Locks
There I was in my favourite consignment store trying on new jeans today.
Although I'm not particularly enamoured with clothes shopping, it needed to be done. I often wear jeans to work and I really need a few more nicer-looking pairs. The seams on some of my jeans are, alas, unseemly.
I was in one of those little stalls with a mirror, a few hooks on the wall, and a curtain that is meant to stay closed when one is deciding how appealing an outfit is on one's body.
Yes, closed. That's how it should be.
So I was a wee bit alarmed when an older blond chick with frizzy hair SWEEPS open the curtain to my private sanctum and poses in some grey corduroys.
"What do you think? Too faded? Be honest... do they suit me?" She peers at my startled self questioningly.
For a moment, I presume she has just mistaken what stall her friend is in and will any moment give an embarrassed gasp and an apology.
Instead she gives a little pirouette for my inspection.
This is the moment when I might have snarled 'HEY LADY! NEED SOME PRIVACY HERE!'
"Er", I say instead, "They look okay. I'd prefer brown ones myself, but the grey looks nice too, I think."
Yes, I chose to pretend I wasn't standing there in my half-attired glory, while a total stranger preened.
I sometimes think I'm too polite.
I got some great jeans today though-- my favourite Brodys for only eight dollars and three cents.