I was Sarah's personal shopper last night. Because all girls need a pep squad when trying on clothes. Rule number one: if something doesn't fit or look good, it's ALWAYS the clothes fault.
We agreed that men believe we love shopping simply because it takes so long to find one freaking thing that looks decent. They picture us running in a meadow of flowers towards the perfect outfit, giggling in glee at the multitudes of wonder we try on in the dressing room when, really, we are trying not to cry and worry that we will be stuck buying the mumu, and it isn't even on sale!
Finally we hit the jackpot at J. Jill and Coldwater Creek. The same stores that panned out for me last time I played personal shopper. Why didn't I remember that to begin with?
For my company, I was rewarded with dinner at Romano's Macaroni Grill. It is the bastard child of Sidney's and The Olive Garden. Really good, but slightly homogenized for the masses. And good god in heaven, the server referred to olive oil as "Italian butter" we should dip our bread in. Wow. I wonder how many people really think that's what it is called, thanks to their creative labeling.
I capped off the evening with hard cider and LOST. The episode was interesting, but not riveting. LOST certainly is lukewarm this season. I sure hope the finale next week is a good one.
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Thank you again!! I wore the awesome skirt today!
When we told the waitress that we had never been to the Macaroni Grill before, I wonder if she took that to mean we had never been to an Italian restaurant period, hence the Italian Butter comment from her. Part of me wants to refuse to believe that someone, somewhere could be so stupid as to think that "Italian Butter" would be a good marketing gimick for their restaurant chain. But wait. There are those people.
I just want clothes that compress the fat, lift the downfallen, hide the cellulite, don't make me look pregnant, and don't have puffy sleeves.
How about clothes that are flattering and comfortable?
To hell with hiding what you have. You don't have to hide anything, lady.
Your body does a lot for you and it deserves to live a life without girdles and constricting foundation garments.
Besides your MIBBTKO (Mothers International for Better Beer for Their Kids and Others) I think we need to start our own movement WWRUC (Women Who Refuse to Wear Uncomfortable Clothing) or WCAFPF (Women for Clothes that Actually Fit Post Pubescent Females).
Women of the world, unite!
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