Personal Shopper is the Ticket
Saturday, April 30, 2005
I personally can't stand the hubbub of shopping. Mostly I can't stand shopping. Back in the Personal Shopper dressing rooms, though, it feels more like trying on clothes at a girlfriend's house - or at least how I imagine that would be.
You'll especially appreciate the Personal Shopper at Nordy's if your process for clothing shopping looks anything like mine:
Look at clothes on the rack, try to guess whether it would look good on & if it's the right size, schlep an armload back to the dressing room, deposit other purchases, purse, etc, so that you can undress, try on clothes, get disappointed at 8 out of 10 potential purchases right away and agonize over the other two that are almost good enough, repeat until sick.
The dressing rooms in the Personal Shopper area are larger, usually enough to bring in a trusted friend for a third opinion, and there is pleasant background music, making the time between PS arrivals with new items to try on that much more pleasant.
There's no braving the herds of others poring over the racks. There's no wandering from department to department till your eyes glaze over. There's only tell her what you want and see it (and a few other things you hadn't considered but really fit with everything else in some way and usually look great) arrive. This is what going shopping is supposed to be like.