Good morning, Monday. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood and I'm closing in on beach week (well, long weekend). I truly couldn't be more excited about the potential of doing absolutely nothing, all while looking at the beautiful ocean and feeling the warm sun on my limbs. It can't come fast enough.
Today I wanted to share a bit of the funny with you because, ladies, I know you can relate. That's why I'm always up in your ear, because you are an audience that gets me.
So I'm early for a barre class yesterday so decided to take a walk and shop around for a minute. I found myself in a boutique that caters to more of a Nanette Lepore type than a less femmed up type like me, but I was in the mood and it was hot and humid so popped in for a look.
Like most stores in NY, everything in the store is on sale, even though Summer is not nearly over. September is always still warm, so you've got a good two months before you can say buh bye to hot weather staples. I grabbed a few dresses from Nieves Lavi and a pair of lightweight skinny jeans and headed for the dressing room. I admittedly was bothered by the six guys sitting directly in front of the dressing room, shooting the shit while waiting for their females to finish shopping. Ugh. Why is that so annoying to me? I'll tell you why.
BECAUSE THE DRESSING ROOMS HAVE NO MIRRORS. AS IN, STAND BY THE COMMUNITY MIRROR WITH THE REST OF THE BARBARIANS WHILE YOU TRY ON YOUR FROCK.
In 2014, how is this still a thing? Who in their right mind wants to shop in a store that makes you walk out of your dressing room to check yourself out? Sometimes, trying on clothes is not a show. I honestly can't believe that there are still store owners out there that treat it as such. Maybe some of you don't mind coming out to take a look, but I do. I don't need six dudes from Connecticut seeing me at my most vulnerable, as in trying on a way too farpitzed for me dress that I will most likely hate. Put another way:
We can buy everything we want from our phones, we can program our thermostat when we are away from home, and we can make purple cauliflower but we can't have a mirror in a dressing room? Really. What is this world coming to?
Oh, and as you would have guessed, I left the store with not a single thing. I simply can't support such an antiquated practice. Is nothing sacred? Shopkeepers of Earth, please, I beg of you- there's enough wrong with this world- if you could install a mirror in dressing rooms, you'd make a lot of women just a little bit happier. Let's abolish shopper's shame and dress in peace.
Cause that's what's up this privately admiring myself kind of Monday in the 212. Yours, in crimes against shopping. XO