“Renie, the only way I would wear a skirt this short is if I wore my bicycle shorts under it. Which I may add wouldn’t work, because this skirt is shorter than my shorts,” said Ellis tugging on the bottom edge of a hot purple mini skirt.
“Ellis you have great legs. Let somebody see them.”
” My legs are going to be tucked under a table. Hey you, remember I’m going to this Grand PooBah of a slave auction merely to help you fill your table. That’s IT.” Ellis wiggled out of the skirt and toss it on the bed. “I don’t see the reason for ransacking your closet for something to wear, when I have my own closet at home.”
“When is the last time you went shopping?” asked Renie .
“Not that long ago,” said Ellis.
“Well I remember, because I was with you,” said Renie. “It was last November, six months ago. And what did you buy?”
“I bought a new set of long underwear to wear cross country skiing,” said Ellis pushing her glasses back up her nose.
” Ha! That’s the reason we are searching my closet and not yours for an outfit with some hot honey dazzle.”
Ellis threw herself backward on the bed. “This situation is impossible. I’ve been wiggling in and out of clothes for two hours. I hate trying on clothes. You’re putting a strain on our friendship.”
“The situation isn’t impossible, you are. You’re not selecting a forever outfit to wear in your casket. It’s one outfit for a few measly hours for Pete’s sake. We’re on countdown time until we have to leave. So be a good girl and choose something. Anything, because anything in my closet is better than what you have in yours,” said Renie raising her voice.
“‘Is not.”
“Is too,”
“Is not.” said Ellis.
“Hurry up and I’ll reward with the spiked hot apple cider you like so well. Stop being so dang obstinate and picky, so we’ll have time to drink it.”
“Okay, okay. You’re right. It’s just one night, a few short hours,” said Ellis as she was digging deep into Renie’s walk-in closet. “You said anything, right?”
“Yes,” said Renie.
“I’m wearing this. I actually love it. Where did you get it? I’ve never seen you wear it,” said Ellis coming out of the closet with a red garment on a hanger.
“Wouldn’t you know you would find the one unhip piece of clothing in my entire closet. Good ol’ Dad brought it home, when he spent a month in India on assignment five or six years ago. I never wear red and get real, does that look like anything I would ever wear?”
“No, but I would,” said Ellis.
“At least with your dark coloring you can carry off red. But honey chile, take my advice and wear the mini and flash your legs.”
“Nope, I’m wearing this,” said Ellis.
“I give up. Here are some shoes to go with it. And I think I have some earrings that will look half way decent.”
“Perfect. I’ll get dressed. You go make the drinks, because I’ m going to need one to get through this night.” said Ellis.
To be continued—–
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Here is the champion drink that Renie is preparing. It’s from Amy at Savory Moments. Hot Buttered Spiced Apple Cider with Run. Yum to rum.
Amy (Savory Moments) says
I feel her pain – I also hate trying on clothes and would definitely need a drink! 🙂 Thanks, Carol!
Carol says
Ha! I love buying clothes, but not excited about all the trying on either. Those mirrors in the stores are NOT my friend.
Robyn Stone | Add a Pinch says
Those days when nothing you try on makes you happy with how you look..make you so happy for the days when you try on something and look fabulous!
The drink looks delicious and perfect for the chilly days we’ve had lately!
Carol says
You are so right there Robyn. And it’s not unusual to get it home and somehow I look better in it then I did at the store. Probably
the light is dimmer???? Laughing—-
Pamela @ Brooklyn Farm Girl says
I agree with Robyn, we all have those days where nothing we try on we love and we’re left in a muck the rest of the day. I’m pretty sure store lighting makes us look thinner, at least that’s how I feel when I always get home and turn around to check out my new pants. One thing that cheer me up though has the words Buttered Spiced Apple Cider in it.
Carol says
Gosh, pants are THE worse. And yes sometimes a little alcohol is warranted. Smiles—-
mjskitchen says
First of all, I hate shopping for clothes so several years back I just quit. I found an online place that carried clothes I liked and after buying some, I found that they always fit. So now I just order online with a cup of tea next to the computer. 🙂 Next time, I shop with a cup of that apple cider. YUM!
Carol says
I like to shop, but don’t like to try on at all. You are lucky with finding the perfect store on-line. I did most of my Xmas shopping that way. I live in a small town. So it was extra handy from several perspectives.
John@Kitchen Riffs says
I can’t remember the last time I went shopping for clothing. And when I do, it’s always online these days. Anyway, fun post! Thanks.
Carol says
I don’t know of a single man that likes or admits to liking to go shopping for clothes. I am sure there has to be some
out there. Helloooooooooooo—anybody there?
marcie says
I hate when I go shopping and I really want to find something, then nothing! Terrible, but then the drinks afterward are something to look forward to!
Carol says
Now that is a true comment. When I really really need to find something, I often come up dry! Of course drinks afterward would wet my whistle as the saying goes.