Thursday, August 04, 2005

What Not To Wear

Tonight, I went to the mall and left about a million slinky shirts in my wake. They are all of the same variety - soft fabrics, cut low - but none of them were right.

The sales girl in the final store I visited, bless her heart, did her best to supply me with what she thought I would like: "I'm looking for something simple, classy...A little sexy, but not too dressy or, you know, va-va-voom," was what I'd told her. And she listened. She brought me creamy satins sheaths that tied in the middle of my back, lacy spaghetti-strapped numbers, silky halter tops cut to reveal just enough cleavage. But none of them seemed to fit what I was going for. They all screamed either Stuffy! or Slutty!; Desperate! or Back off! None of them whispered sophisticated, or sultry. And, more important than that, none of them said "I'm the kind of girl you want to date, not the kind of girl you want to bang." So I left the mall, three hours after walking in, with a really great pair of pants and two mediocre shirts. (The pants I love, but the shirts I bought hoping that maybe they'd look better once I got them home and tried them on with the right bra. And, honestly, I felt like I had to buy something, since the girl had been so nice.) And after all that trying on, I'm still not satisfied. I'm stressing myself out over a shirt.

But here's the thing: I know I'm making a huge deal out of nothing. I know that no shirt is going to say more than I will. I could probably show up in a t-shirt and ratty jeans and be either liked or loathed depending on what I say. But I can't help myself...

I'm going on a date. With a boy that I actually picked out myself.

And I am excited. And, honestly, a little nervous.

And when I get nervous, I fret over what to wear. Fret is probably the wrong word. Obsess. That's more like it.

So know this: Tomorrow, while I'm "working," I will really be running through a mental fashion show of every single, solitary shirt in my closet. And I will continue doing that until I have to choice but to wear something, anything and go.

Wish me luck.

11 comments:

Heather said...

Good luck!!

Oh, and let us know!!

momacita said...

that sucks when you go to the mall and can't find anything that looks right.been there.good luck on your date.you look great,the shirt won't even matter

NJ said...

He he, Laurie worrying about wether she'll look hot enough. Yeah, that's funny! New's flash Laurie! You could show up in a burlap sack and still look stunning!:-) Have a great time!

kate said...

I'm so excited for you! I hope you have fun. :)

Casey said...

Good Luck!!! :)

Miss_Vicki said...

Have a great time, no matter what you wear. I hate when that happens - I have a closet full of clothes and can never find the right thing to wear.

Jason said...

I'm with NJ. Laurie, you have nothing to worry about. Relax and enjoy!

Paul said...

When it comes to shopping it's so much easier being a guy....hope all goes well on your date, Laurie.

oregano said...

Men fret over their clothes and their hair just as much as women, only we don't admit to it. Oops, I just did. I hope I haven't violated the club bylaws.

Kristi said...

ME TOO!!
Abot the clothes thing.
A boy you picked. Way to Go!

Hope its all going well.
fill us in!!

Laurie said...

Thanks for the well wishes, guys...Everything - the clothes AND the date - was wonderful. Post to follow shortly. :)