Today I’m going shopping with Earl’s daughter, Adaire, she of the fashion world. I don’t mean she’s a clothing designer or anything like that. Rather she has a keen interest in current fashion that I do not have, so I look to her for enlightenment. I don’t want to be a sixty-something dowdy person; yet neither do I want to appear as if I’m a sixty-something dowdy person trying to act thirty.
In preparation for this day-after-Christmas shopping day, she and I foraged in my clothes’ closet to see what needed to be supplemented. The result was that several items of clothing were relegated to the Goodwill bag while several others were tagged as needing accessories to make them more contemporary. I’m sure today’s shopping will solve the problem.
It’s great fun to put yourself in someone else’s hands, especially when that person knows what she (or he) is talking about. Adaire is very interested in fashion, so I know I’ll return from the clothing hunt with items of contemporary currency. I also know she will grab things off racks, bring them to me in the dressing room, and run interference when they don’t fit. She’ll work hard to make the process easier; since someone else can bring different sizes while you’re still stepping in and out of slacks, buttoning blouses and hauling on pullovers. If you didn’t have that someone, you’d have to revert to the clothing you came in with, return those that don’t fit, and start over.
In the end, I’ll smoke my credit card; because I’ve come to understand that fashion is not cheap. At the same time, Adaire and I will have a great day. We’ll probably stop for a coffee or two, have lunch, and share comments about other family members and their sartorial splendors along the way. After all, what is a shopping spree without gossip? Not stylin’ at all.
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