Suit Yourself
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I recently was in the market for an “interview suit”. And WOW there aren’t very many good choices for someone wanting to not spend “designer money.” I have to say, the worst atrocities I encountered were at Macy’s. I went in (a young person decked out in an awesome leather jacket) and I asked a sales lady for some assistance; as suits aren’t my usual fashion fare. First of all, she looked like it pained her to listen to my simple request; then she directed me to the “suit” section, to my horror.
I was being open-minded, so I went over there, with a “who knows…maybe there is something fabulous there” attitude. NO WAY!!!! I felt like Goldilocks. THis one is too big, this one is too small, this one is WAY too fugly to exist (however, none of them were “just right”). Each was worse than the one before. Instead of feeling like a hot, professional, “I’m every woman” woman, I felt increasingly like an old and crusty librarian (no offense to our book warriors). The only thing I was missing was a pair of those sexy horn-rimmed glasses with a decorative glass bead chain, affixing them around my neck. What was that sales girl thinking?! How dare she send someone like me to the place where bad suits go to die. The nerve.
I got out of there as fast as possible, totally bummed and with low blood sugar. After a granola bar and some “get out there and keep trying” pep talks to myself, I went on. I went to Ann Taylor, tried on some more “suity” type items…and I started getting real frustrated….AGAIN. If ever I needed a fairy godmother, this was the moment. ”Save me from these wretched ill-fitting, homely suits…I beg of you!!!” Finally, a kindly sales lady, seeing my obvious desperation, stepped in and saved the day. She brought all kinds of things to my dressing room and offered helpful information. Together we found a cute and simple suit that didn’t cost an arm and a leg (it only cost an arm). Although she kept pointing out it’s “tri-acetate” content as a selling point, I was willing to overlook one flaw (since when does someone tout a synthetic fabrication as a sign of quality; that is like DeBeers raving about cubic zirconia). I thanked her profusely, and left feeling very satisfied with my experience. Sarah, wherever you are—thank you!!!!!
I wish all of you a little “Sarah” on your next shopping adventure.
