My friends staged an intervention for me
We all used to work together, but now we are in different areas. But we still go to lunch together once a month. This month, Carolyn said, let's have dinner this month instead of lunch, and we all said fine, and found an evening we could do that. And then she said, can we all stay a couple of hours after dinner, and we all say yes (me being totally unsuspicious; these are my Friends). So we have a pleasant dinner, and then I ask Carolyn what she had in mind to do after dinner, and the three of them look conspiratorially at each other. They tell me that they know I have interviews coming up, and my birthday, and they want to help me shop. They will pay for the outfit, but most importantly, they will make sure that I have something fashionable, well-fitted and in good colours for me. They are doing a Clothes Shopping Intervention, as it is clear that I need help in this area. I have Good Friends. Good Friends will let you know when you are pants at something, and help you with it. So, they took me into the store, and on the way to the dressing room held up various colors to my face, saying, yes to dark blue/green/sea foam, and no to brown. Then they put me in the dressing room and start flinging clothes over the door. I am feeling much like Barbie at this point, and start changing clothes like mad. They tell me not to spend time putting things back on hangers, they will do that, so tried-on clothes and hangers go back out under the door. Occasionally I emerge to submit to their appraisals. And we select a couple of outfits, and they tell me that I have Power Shopped now.
The next day at work, I wear the outfit they chose and bought. I get a lot of comments on how nice I look, and it is different from how I usually dress. It is clear to people who see me that my clothes were selected by someone with fashion sense -- in other words, Not Me.
The next day at work, I wear the outfit they chose and bought. I get a lot of comments on how nice I look, and it is different from how I usually dress. It is clear to people who see me that my clothes were selected by someone with fashion sense -- in other words, Not Me.