7 am. hundreds of makeovers at once. HUNDREDS. photographers. free gifts. samples. news cameras. pink feather boas. cupcakes. a dj. and some of the prettiest men {make-up artists} i've ever seen in my life.
some women came dressed to the nines. let me repeat. 7 am. makeovers. jen and i came in jeans and a t-shirt and let them do all the work.
at 10 am, the doors were opened and every nordstrom employee lined the hallway and clapped and cheered while throngs of women entered the door. it was a cross between walking the red carpet and running onto the field for the superbowl.
after tearing apart the handbag department {yes! a whole de-part-ment!}, the shoes, and more makeup, we went upstairs to cash in on our favorite cardigans. they have THE BEST cardigans. perfect sleeve length. perfect buttons. perfect colors. perfect trim, perfect stretchiness. just perfect.
all the while, i hear a wild rumor that mcdonald's recently retired the mcrib. i'm feverishly calling every mcdonald's in a 25 mile radius. ultimately, i have this conversation {in brass plum} "YOU'RE OUT OF MCRIBS?! WHAT?! IS EVERYONE OUT? THAT'S TRAGIC"
i hope some girl, as sassy as i am, heard that conversation and went home to tell everyone about the "you'll-never-believe-what-happened-today" moment she had when she heard this classy, mcrib-lovin' girl have a melt down in the cardigan aisle.
all the while, i hear a wild rumor that mcdonald's recently retired the mcrib. i'm feverishly calling every mcdonald's in a 25 mile radius. ultimately, i have this conversation {in brass plum} "YOU'RE OUT OF MCRIBS?! WHAT?! IS EVERYONE OUT? THAT'S TRAGIC"
i hope some girl, as sassy as i am, heard that conversation and went home to tell everyone about the "you'll-never-believe-what-happened-today" moment she had when she heard this classy, mcrib-lovin' girl have a melt down in the cardigan aisle.
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