Once upon a time Michelle loved the mall, it was like heaven on earth for her. The excitement of the hunt for the perfect addition to the wardrobe was a thrill seeking adventure. Every payday meant a little something, something was going to be added to her collection. Her home away from home was the dressing room at Nordstrom. Nothing gave her more pleasure than to bring a mass of goods into the three mirrored villa and play dress up. Michelle was the type that could be asked to any event and already have the perfect “to die for” outfit at the ready. Barefoot casual to black tie formal and all events in between, she was good to go.

Something happened. Children, age, lack of Nordstroms, lack of body mass, lack of behind? Who knows.

Now she detests malls, hates them with a passion. Michelle would rather have three teeth pulled Novocain free than to even enter one. When she can actually find something worth contemplating worthy of trying on (yes she does contemplate it’s worthiness) she usually ends up ditching it any way. The effort of getting undressed, dressed, undressed, and then dressed again is to much for her. Who has time for such nonsense? And don’t even get her started on that mirrored carnival of horrors they call a dressing room. Michelle’s wardrobe (if it can even be called that) now clearly shows her lack of passion for shopping. Michelle is now ready for nothing. Don’t ask her anywhere because it puts her in a tail spin of confussion, dread, and fear. She is ready for nothing.

Three malls, two states, six dressing room experiences later, she finally has an almost adequate dress for the big event next weekend.

Clearly this is something worth such effort for Michelle.

I love you Tina :-)

Posted in Spew on Oct 1st, 2006