The scene: Me, wandering through Banana Republic looking at all their cute stuff for late summer/early fall, thinking about how momentarily pleasing it would be to just go crazy and spend a fortune...wearing a brand new BLACK short sleeved summer-weight sweater.
Shopgirl: Oh hi, welcome to banana! We have a bunch of really cool stuff that just came in this morning. You should check them out.
Shopgirl: If you need anything, let me (starts having a coughing fit)...
Me: ...let you know?...
Shopgirl: (laughs) yeah.
I continue to peruse the racks for about 5 minutes. Then, I'm approached again by the same Shopgirl.
Shopgirl: Do you ever wear navy?
Katie: (kind of confused by the question lobbed from left field) Umm...yeah. I love it.
Shopgirl: Yeah, I think that would be better.... (trails off, turns around and continues to fold shirts on display)
I was a bit bewildered by the strange question. As I left the store I started to wonder what she possibly could have meant. I'm starting to think that she thought I looked horrible in this BRAND NEW black top I'm wearing today. Could I possibly look terribly in black? Is there anyone on planet earth that looks bad in black?
I may just have to change my entire person image perspective now...