blouse: thrifted necklace: thrifted belt: thrifted shoes: Target jeans: Vigoss
Someone asked me if I was going to a rodeo the day I wore this outfit.
Ba dum ching. Never heard that one before while wearing a gingham shirt.
So the other day I went on a little journey to the Nordstrom. Let me clear some things up.
a) I am Sarah and I shop mostly at thrift stores (therefore I am rarely at The Nordstrom). Had there not been a huge sale (and by huge I mean way overpriced but the price slightly lowered) I wouldn’t have gone.
b) Not to be all stereotypical because well, I’m a Mexican that looks white and all, but the likes of the people that shop at thrift stores and the likes of the people that shop at The Nordstrom are well….not the same. Let’s put it this way, one drinks tea with their pinky in the air while one smells like old chicken and cheese. Not the same.
So need it be said that I have grown comfortable with my moldy chicken and cheese people and that I had no desire to rekindle my memories of The Nordstrom Dwellers.
So I’m in the dressing room at the Nordstrom. Wiggling my way into some ridiculously tight skinny jeans when I hear the following.
Girl #1: “Uhhhhhhhh ug ug ug…I’m so ug.”
Girl #2: “oh my gosh you so are not.”
Girl #1: “ uhhhhh and this dress is ug…ug ug ug.”
Girl #1: “and my mom totally won’t let me wear it….wait do you think I could fit a credit card in between my knees and the skirt….because then I could totally wear it.”
Girl #2: “I don’t know….oh.my.gosh. look at my badonkadonk.”
At this point my eyes got really wide and I simultaneously started silent laughing. I had many questions for this strange species.
1.Do you think she was wearing ugs while talking about being ug?
2. I have got to put a face to the girl I am imagining right now! (not a question but still relevant right?!)
3. Do you think their skin is orange from too many tanning adventures?
4.Ooooh and I’m betting jet black long dyed hair…..
5.Do you think that she thinks that she invented the word ug?
So I strategically walk out of the dressing at the same time as the two girls and yes. Black hair. Extensions. Orange skin.
I gave my self a cognitive high five and then realized that I, the white Mexican, am a stereotyper.
BUT I WAS RIGHT!
So that makes the stereotyping thing better right? I mean right???
So anyways, usually when I meet people like that I kind of want to do something drastically ridiculous, you know to give them a proper thrifter greeting.
But I didn’t. Instead I just went home and practiced my karate moves.
What do you think? Worthy to be Jackie’s friend?
HUGE DISCLAIMER: I do not think all Nordstrom shoppers are goobs. Please still like me.