Today Earl’s daughter Adaire and I shopped . . . and shopped . . . and shopped. If ever there was a marathon clothing event, this was it. We left at ten in the morning to hunt for bargains, track down a couple jackets, and generally spruce up my winter wardrobe, which hadn’t been spruced in maybe three, four years. In the meantime, I’d lost a few pounds, toned up, and looked lost in my current out-of-style wardrobe.
Adaire is a pro at shopping, while I’m only a novice. In fact, I don’t even like to shop for clothes, so she was the perfect person to help me. In the first store we encountered, we devised a system where she would roam the racks grabbing jeans here or tops there, while I headed to camp out in the dressing room. Then she would bring her items to me, and I would try them on as fast as I could. It was power shopping at its best. In the end, we walked out of the Gap with an incredible array of clothing, most of which was on sale.
Seven hours — with time out for lunch — and five stores later, I was the owner of an entirely new winter wardrobe without having gone into too much debt. I had also tried on more clothes in one day than I probably wear in a month. And I’d learned a thing or two about today’s fashions as well. But the best thing I learned was that having someone along who really likes clothes and knows what goes well together makes all the difference. So thanks, Adaire. You’re the best!
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