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epitome of incomprehensibility
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This could also be called what_did_you_dress_up_for? And what did I dress up for today? Trying to sell some of the clothes I bought from Leena. But why dress up for THAT?
Well, I was going to a ✨luxury✨ thrift shop in Pointe Claire Village and I figured if I looked richer, try to jive with their vibe, they'd be more likely to buy clothes from me. My logic is impeccable. Anyway, this involved a comfy but formal red shirt with a sort of asymmetrical lapel, a thin gold-looking chain (TRAY sofisti-kay) and also makeup, which I have some experience applying but not everydayishly.
I took out my cosmetics bag, put on some foundation and eye makeup. No blush? Hm. How about a dab of pinky-purple eyeshadow on the cheekbone area? Huh, it actually worked.
The questionable thing me was dabbing some on my lips. (None of the lipsticks I had fit the colour scheme.) Note to self: making colours match isn't worth poisoning yourself for. Okay, "poisoning" is a bit dramatic, but I got a funny taste in my mouth after taking a swig of water. So I wiped the stuff off before supper.
But back in time, back to the store. I think the makeup was more like a mask to give me confidence. I realized that as I felt a jolt of nervousness approaching the place, and then again as that nervousness waned, once I'd told the woman at the counter my errand.
Now, she did say something a bit stereotypical: "What brands are they? Because we're quite picky about the brands we choose."
I looked down at the large, clear plastic tote bag from Leena. I'd packed things carefully and neatly, but a few weeks ago. How could I remember a detail like that? I said, "I don't remember all the brands. I bought a bunch of clothes from a friend, and these are the ones that aren't my size or style. Do you mind looking through them?"
"Sure," she assented, not mean after all, so I put the bag on the counter. After a while I went into the next room, where I found racks of clothes and a changing room. It wasn't forbiddingly ritzy. It wasn't a mess either. I didn't like all the clothes, but I liked how they tended towards quirky and bright. I'd kept Leena's brighter things for myself, like the red shirt I was wearing. The stuff I was trying to sell was of mostly neutral colours.
Which reminded me: one brand was Brandy Melville - clothes the colours of wheat and dust. Not my cup of tea. Well, maybe the colour of a cup of tea with lots of milk in it. But probably not with cinnamon and other spices stirred in.
About the clothes there, I liked a blue shirt and tried it on, but the sleeves were too long. Maybe for the best. I have too many shirts now. But this part is unexciting. I just remember the little details of this excursion because I was in a heightened state of apprehension, like biking_in_the_rain.
Okay, there were some quirks: one of the dresses I'd found ugly and cheap-looking was one of three dresses the owner picked. (It wasn't of Brandy Melville extraction but a similar dull colour - a greyish lavender. And too tall for me even if I did like it.) She said, "I can take these three things but I'll only offer you $40 for them, is that okay?"
Yes, and better than I expected because she handed me cash right then. I thought she'd offer to sell them on consignment. And the other funny thing is that the other customer there, a woman looking for a summery dress for a vacation, liked the white dress the owner had bought from me and asked her, "Wait, that's really nice, is that for sale right now?"
She tried it on, but I didn't catch whether she bought it.
Altogether, it wasn't a bad adventure...weird lipstick alternatives aside...even if I only accomplished a tiny thing and got a fifth of the extra clothes disposed of.
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