Friday, January 16, 2009
A Retail Tale
My sweet Lindsay is beautiful, talented, kind, and a great aunt to Bailey. However, she has a problem. She works at Nordstrom. Before Nordstrom, she was perfectly happy buying clothes/shoes at American Eagle, Abercrombie and Fitch, or Sun Diego. She didn't know YSL (Yves Saint Laurent) from Christian Louboutin. (I still don't, by the way.) Then, the contamination began. It started with a Marc Jacobs bag, then proceeded to Tory Burch shoes, and on to a Philip Lim dress. It hit like a tidal wave and shows no signs of receding.
The shoes and clothes she absolutely can't afford she "visits" on her breaks. And like a snake chasing a rat, she attacks the minute they go on sale. She has strategically placed "watchers" in certain departments who feed her addiction like a drug lord. They hold items that she "absolutely has to have", then flatter her until she can't resist. It's cruel.
Of course, Lindsay believes each purchase was "meant to be". "But, Mom, there was only one of these dresses in my size in all the stores....so it was fate when I found it in MY store!" She honestly believes that not purchasing one of these "cosmic gifts" is a form of neglect.
I can understand obsessions. I have a few of my own. But, what I'm really worried about is she has started sucking in the other family members. Mark was one of the first to go. ("Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly"...)He feels sorry for Lindz when her sales are down, so what does he do? He helps her out by buying a watch. Lindsay, the spider, is quite masterful at manipulating her dad. He just hasn't figured out that he'd be smarter just to loan her the money.
Others have fallen, too. Kelly calls Lindz before getting dressed just to make sure she doesn't commit some critical, life altering, fashion faux pas. I have hidden my Eddie Bauer jeans...I just can't take the insults. Even Jon has become a "Lucky" groupie. Once, Oakley refused to let us put his Petco shirt on him. He was holding out for Tommy Hilfiger.
It is what it is and I will have to adjust to this very shallow, materialistic side of Lindsay. However, what I saw today scared me witless. Our sweet Bailey was sitting on Lindsay's lap, in all her innocence, staring at a pair of designer shoes on the computer. Then, she reached out to caress them. Wasting not a minute, Lindsay handed her a credit card. I think I saw a sparkle in that sweet baby's eye.
I fear we have lost her...at the ripe ole age of 10 months!! PLEASE HELP!