Saturday, May 31, 2008

Age is a state of mind, not a fashion statement.

I went into a Forever 21 store today.

Turns out, that's just the name of the store, not an actual attainable state of being. Unless, perhaps, you're under 21 and/or deluded.

I walked in, saw very small articles of clothing made of super cheapo materials being fondled by hoardes of 14 years olds, and hightailed it out of there. There happened to be a mall security guard standing at the entrance (clue number two that I wasn't in the right place and should make my way to Ann Taylor Loft toot suite) and as I left I said to him, "I don't think I'm 21 anymore."

I don't think he got it.

But I did end up buying a slammin' dress at JCPenney instead. Ok, 3 slamming dresses. What? I have 3 weddings and 2 rehearsal dinners to attend this summer. But the first slammin' dress was a total impulse buy simply because I tried it on, it fit, and I've had an off the shoulder bias dress fetish for awhile now (see this post from 1 year ago.) Now I just need a place to wear it. And some Spanx.

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