I have seen people buying clothes and sometimes have 3 or 4 of the same item, only in different colours. And my immediate thought was 'Oh... to be rich!'
Or else I thought them to be lazy shoppers...you know, they found one thing they like so buying 6 of them will negate the long drawn-out process of shopping for the next three days to acquire the new wardrobe they so need. Drag the rack to the checkout and be done with it.
Well maybe if I was rich, I could have my personal shopper come out and do all that for me. The problem with that would be finding a personal shopper that is my exact height and weight so I wouldn't have to try anything on and have my hair standing on end with static cling. My most favorite part of shopping, by the way.
Why in the world would I want more than one of anything, even if they were a different colour?
I just could not understand that.
Then I had kids old enough to be doing the laundry.
You get where I'm going with this?
I had the perfect t-shirt, went with anything....dress pants, jeans, shorts...it fit me perfectly. I loved that t-shirt and it loved me. Then someone other than me did the laundry. Don't get me wrong, I was very appreciative of the help. But the shirt came out with huge bleach spots....and holes.
I was devastated. But not as much as when I went back to the store to discover they no longer carried MY perfect t-shirt.
That I had bought more than one, you say? It might have helped, sure. But it was far too late to be pointing fingers.
So the next time I was shopping for clothes...I believe it was in Sears... or Zellers. I needed a sweater. I am always cold nowadays. I wish they made sweaters for your hands. I have never been much of a cardigan-wearing-girl. But I saw this 'SALE' sign and it was like a magnet. The cheap Scot in me cannot pass a sale. There were cardigans on the rack. I tried on a dark grey one. I liked it. I liked it buttoned up. I liked it un-buttoned. I turned around in front of the mirror and I even liked the back of it. It fit me perfectly!
And it was on sale.
Then I started to imagine all the horrible things that could happen to a fragile helpless cardigan in the washing machine, let alone the dryer. I would need to instruct others, give laundry classes, post warnings....'SAVE THE SWEATER'
Then I realized I had enough money to buy 2 at that great sale price!
I looked around. I was alone. I could do this.
Green is one of my favorite colors, so I grabbed a green one and headed to the cash with my beauties.
I wore my dark grey one until I could no longer claim it was 'cleanest-dirty' and very carefully placed it in the hamper.
Thankfully I had another one just like it to wear until it came back to me safely.
I went to the closet. The green cardigan hung there anxiously awaiting my arrival.
I put it on.
Those two sweaters did not fit the same. They were sadly fraternal twins...what did I expect? They did not look alike. They were different colors for Pete's sake! (reference to hubby here, did you catch it?)
Four years later, the green sweater has been off the hanger only twice. And that was during desperate times indeed.
What have I learned here?
Never trust a person who hires someone else to do their shopping!