SO Invisi-Gal went shopping today for a nice plain brown skirt.
Good luck.
I couldn't be Invisi-Gal in J.Jill or Coldwater Creek, the saleswomen were so aggressive. I felt personally obligated to their commission structure. It made me squirmy.
However, I had fun spraying on perfumes, and did decide once and for all I don't like Coco.
It made me miss my mom. Mothers and daughters grow up shopping together. It's the space were we can chat without our guards up. Then we stop for coffee or a light lunch. It's the gatherer ritual.
I saw many moms and daughters, foraging through the sales. My heart felt a tug.
Five stores later, no brown skirt but 2 black ones and some cute jewelry.
Oh, and I reek of Coco, I don't like Coco for sure.
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