Adventures with MB and Stephanie

This weekend started with a relaxing Friday at home. Finally watched the end of Batman Begins, and then moved to Inside Man. Both good movies – made for a wonderfully lazy night.

Saturday I cleaned, ran some errands, and met up with Stephanie. We started with some culture and went to the DMA. (Dallas Museum of Art) After a solid 45 minutes of all the culture we could handle, we rushed to the nearest mall to satisfy our inner Dallas chick needs. (Pitiful yes)

Our first stop was a store called Windsor. Seemingly innocent store, inexpensive, trendy, and all that.

Stephanie was the first one to be attacked by the lady who claimed to be from L.A with 2 sales girls in tow. We assumed she was the DM? She started gushing about Stephanie, calling her fabulous, what a hot body, etc. she moved to me. Again gushing about how fabulous we are.

Then she begins to throw clothes at the sales girls – "Stephanie will try this, she'll look smoking in this, hot in this, she'll love this…" After her girl had an armload of clothes she started with me. First she started grabbing pants in a size 6 (hahahahahahahahaha – cute.) then she started grabbing clothes that were so far from my taste or colors that look good on me. But I had no opinion apparently and was pushed in to a fitting room with all my hideous options.

I tried on some top that made me look like a Vegas floozy, capris that looked like knickers from a page boy, a baby doll top that made me look preggers, and a brown sweater that made me look ill. They put Stephanie in a sweet lace top (hahaha), skinny jeans, browns, and various items that were NOT her style.

As someone who has worked in retail since high school, this was a perfect example of "what not to do." We were attacked! Why? We were the only ones in the store that had this "personal shopper" experience. We had clothes thrown at us without anyone stopping to ask our taste, what we were looking for, what size we normally wear, etc. We ran out of the store as soon as the coast was clear and won't go back to that store again.

It was such a breath of fresh air to go to all the other stores in the mall and get ignored by the sales people, have to tackle someone to get a fitting room, and watch the cashiers force an awkward smile. Ah yes, it's good to live in Dallas!