Uh-oh. Is it really time to move to a different set of shops?
I’ve always considered myself a bit of a fashionista.
Like, I keep up with the trends. I’m cool. I’m funky. I know where to find the clothes that look right on me. You won’t find any daggy kits in this funky mumma’s cupboard, you feelin’ me?
Because I spend most of my time
hanging with my homies taking care of the kids, I don’t get to hit the shops as much as I would like. Read: I never get a chance to shop any more because the kids would go total cray and I’d come home empty-handed and frustrated.
Last weekend though, I used my birthday as an excuse to hit the shops solo with the intention to make up for lost time and spend up big.
As per usual, I headed straight to my favourite department store. I’ve been shopping in Miss Shop since I was about 15. I can always find something that looks great on me there.
As I scoured the racks last weekend though, I couldn’t really find anything I liked.
A sales assistant noticing my disappointment, sauntered over to help. I told her I was looking for a new black skirt for work.
Initially eager to please, she suggested skirt after skirt to me.
“Too short for my long legs,” I apologised.
"Too frilly, too flimsy, too .." I continued much to her frustration.
"What about this one?" she asked as she held up a ghastly stretchy material skirt that would undoubtedly make me look like I had a bigger butt than Kim Kardashian.
"No, sorry!" I said yet again.
And that is when it happened. Our cheerful banter turned sour.
"Perhaps you’d be better off shopping in [insert name of "mature" shop here]," she declared.
I gave her a confused look as she continued.
"This shop is a little young for people in your age group."
"That place is for people your age," she reinforced happily before bouncing off to assist some 12-year-olds.
"No way!" I screeched internally as I scampered off with my tail between my legs.
I shop at that place for my mum. How can I not be cool and young enough for "This Shop" any more?