Miss X, a colleague at work requested me if I could help her sort her summer clothes. She thinks that a new set of eyes (my eyes?) would certainly help her in this mix and match malarky. I said yes – and she turned up at work with two suitcases: one full of tops and skirts and trousers and jeans and the second one full of sandals and flip-flops. She also brought along all her light coats and jackets and most of her accessories.
This exercise is tricky because I might end up making her look like me. She might become a mini Me. God forbid – one Me is enough.
Lunch break was spent in a room in the office building trying on outfits. Decisions were made which clothes to discard and photos were taken to remind Miss X of which outfits suit her.
We are still talking; we have not fallen out.
Should I be rethinking my career path? The Bana says – please don’t give up the day job, dear. Bummer.
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