…”You could use a makeover.” really a nice thing to say?
Not even if your best friend says it.
C’mon, be nice out there.
While shopping the other day, at one of her favorite stores, and one where she drops a lot of cash, a friend of mine was looking at purses.

Now, since I’ve carried the same wallet since 1987, I’m sure I’ll never understand the need for women to change purses with every season. And back in the day, my Mother changed them with every outfit. But, it happens. Birds start chirping, leaves start budding, and that “old” black purse you got for Christmas is just “not in season”, so it’s time for a new Spring-looking one.
And that’s ok.
During the course of her shopping spree, she said to the 17 year-following-too-closely-on-commission-sales clerk, “I need a purse makeover!”
Aforementioned teen replied, “Yeah, you could use a make-over, have you thought about high-lights?”

Buzzers rang, bells went off, alarms sounded, and my friend realized, “We’re not talking about purses anymore!”
This one simple question set off a nuclear chain reaction of angst, self-doubt, body image introspection, and general EMO level depression.
It was almost as bad as listening to My Checmical Romance.
And this deep abyss of doubt lasted for days.
Over the next few days and weeks reassurances were heaped upon said friend by husband, family, and friends alike, but the damage was done. The b#####y little Botique Betty had slipped the shiv and bent the blade. It was criminal, cruel, and calous. There was no turning back.
So, dear child behind the counter at the Gap, Banana Republic, Ann Taylor, and Pandora – think before you talk – it might make the take-home pay better!
Afterall, as she passed the first shop on her way back to her car, she held up her new and very expensive purse…you know, the one she didn’t by there!








