I go through the pants 1st and I have her try on a pair of black pants.
Her-“See?! They are long in the crotch.”
Me-“Yes, better than camel toe though.”
She’s going through all her jeans…
Her-“I like these, I wear these, yada, yada, yada…I need a pair of straight leg and maybe some skinny jeans.”
I start browsing the slacks
Me-“I have these pants too!!!!”
Next I move onto shirts. I’m looking at all of them, one at a time. Some of them are inside out and it’s killing me. (she doesn’t know this and I hope she fixes it as soon as she reads this;) She has two LIGHT BRIGHT T-shirts and countless super girl shirts…these things I understand.
All of a sudden I’m hit in the face with a hideous shirt that looks like cotton candy throw up and next to it (Her closet is colour coded) is a dreadful pink cardigan that I think she got at the gap in 1994.
Her-“I have a tank that goes with that.”
Me-“Really a sweater set?! you are not a politicians wife.”
Her-“OoooKkkkkaaaaa….”
Then I am assaulted again by this hornet yellow puffy vest.
Me-“Where on earth do you wear this?!”
Her-“Hunting?”
Me-“HAhahahahhahahhahahha”
Me-“Get rid of it.”
I must tell you that trying to edit her closet is a difficult thing for me. As I go through the skirts I am seeing almost the exact same thing I have in …get this….ONE OF MY CLOSETS! She can’t get rid of hardly anything; they are classics that stand the test of time, not for the average woman but that of a fashionista.
I want to go through my closet now but Nooooooo I’m taking her shopping instead.
Love it!
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