I grabbed the soft teal turtleneck off the Sale rack.
Might as well make the best of it... I had plenty of time to kill since my daughter was loaded down with what I could only assume was potentially an entire new wardrobe.
Yep, we were going to be here awhile.
So I sauntered to the change rooms and stood patiently in the lengthy lineup.
When I finally made it to the front of the queue, I was dumbfounded to note that the changerooms seemed to go on forever; which was a good thing since this place was jam-packed with giggly girls, grabbing any and everything like crazed hunters eager to capture that elusive beast known as The Perfect Look.
"Just take the last room down on the right", the attendant pointed out for me; smirking at my lowly single item.
I walked down the hallway passing numerous closed curtains, when I looked up at the last minute, just in time to try to swerve out of the way of someone coming the other way, right at me. But she swerves too; in the same direction, still in my path.
It's only then that I recognise the incredibly rude person blocking my way.
It's my reflection in a huge mirror...
And as I duck into the "last" room on the right, I realize this place wasn't in fact as big as I first thought.
I'm just relieved no one saw me nearly smack myself head on into the deceptive full length mirror completely covering the back wall.
Especially my daughter.
However, that full hand print I left on it may be cause for wonder...
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