Late evening found me riffling through racks at a Ross store. The internal monologue went something like this:
“Nope…nope…eww!…hey, that’s not so–eh, nope…uh-uh…nope…what in tarnation is that?…nope…wait, maybe–eh, never mind…good gravy, is there anyone who would actually wear that thing?…”
And this was before I actually took a few items back to the fitting room for further scrutiny.
It sounds so negative. But in truth, I’m just choosy. I don’t want to buy things that don’t feel like me or misrepresent me in some way. If I’m going to part with my Fun Tickets, I want solid evidence that it was a good trade.
If it looks like it could have been worn by any one of the Golden Girls, it’s not a good trade. Just sayin’.