Fashionista

My BF, Michelle, is such a fashionista. She is completely patient with me when trying to explain clothes shopping and accessorizing. It cracks me up when we go into the stores on Michigan Avenue and she starts rattling off names in an awed tone. She sometimes even has a glazed look in her eye. I've heard her converse with a sales person about web sites to shop for handmade jewelry and when she walks into a shoe store, it's like watching Carrie Bradshaw. The gal can talk shoes. She pulls clothes off the rack for me to try and explains the clothing brand, which is utterly lost on me. It amazes me that she retains this fount of knowledge and for what purpose. She has taken me shopping numerous times, has informed me that I need to wear brighter colors, has insured I can tell you my purse brand, and has gotten me to experiment with my clothing selections. On our upcoming vacation, we're stopping at my type of store, L.L. Bean. It's comfy clothes, hiking clothes, and boots. L.L. Bean was my lifesaver when we went to New Zealand and moved to the great white north. I know it won't be the same, but it's worth the try.