Dear Over-dressed Shopper:
I’m not sure what your motivation is, but I wish you would just stop it. You know who you are. You have on your designer jeans—in an attempt to appear casual—but then you’re wearing high heels and enough jewelry to make Mr. T look understated. Your rhinestone-studded T-shirt isn’t fooling me either. I’ve seen them in the trendy boutiques and know it costs ten times what I paid for my plain, faded T (which conveniently came from a store where you can also buy the detergent to wash it).
Your hair is freshly washed and styled, and it’s a safe bet you never let your child use your sleeve as an impromptu tissue. Not only do you carry a fashionable handbag, you have the wallet to match and a coordinating key fob. I can tell by the weight of my homemade sling bag if I’ve remembered my wallet (also purchased at the Red Bull’s-eye), and if it’s really heavy, then chances are I’ve managed to bring my cell phone. An ultra-heavy bag means I’m probably toting the remains of someone’s snack or an assortment of Happy Meal toys.
Just so you know, Ms. Fancy Pants, when the What-Not-To-Wear people or Oprah’s make-over team decide to swoop down upon an unsuspecting shopper and offer the re-do to-die-for, it’s going to be me they pounce on, not you, sister. I am the poster woman for a “before” shot that makes an audience shake their heads in wonder. Do you really want the odds swinging so far in my favor? I would think not.
So, leave your make-up at home in the drawer where it belongs. Save the manicures for the hand models and the highlights for the high-schoolers. Join me in the Land of Dowdy. It’s much more comfortable here.
Fondly,
Plain Jane
5 comments:
AMEN SISTER! I am the self pronounced pony tail queen. I have so many other things in life to do than spend hours on what I look like when I go to the grocery store and the drive thru line at the school.
Charcar
It's the heels with the jeans that kill me. I just don't know how you can conduct your day like that.
Thanks for the great laugh, Pamela! I lived in Maryland for forty years (give or take!) and didn't see beauty queens at the grocery until I moved to Dallas. For the first month or so after moving, I actually thought about what I wore, wondering what kind of looks I'd get with my mismatched gym attire. But, no more! Now I smile and pull up my socks.
Love it! So funny and so true! I'm sure Amy/I will encounter some of these shoppers Friday morning and I can guarantee it won't be either one of us.....and if Amy does show up in heals and a beaded shirt I'm going back to bed. :)
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