Those deceitful little buggers. Retailers know exactly what they're way around flattering angles and complementary lighting. Today, my elongated reflection persuaded me to purchase a considerable chunk of my fall wardrobe in Target when I was only there to stock up on Pull-ups and flushable wipes. Well, perhaps Target has a few tricks of it's own (I've managed to spend a small fortune there $5, $10, $20 at a time), but there is just something hypnotic about the almost sleek, nearly leggy reflection standing across from me in the dressing room. I find myself thinking "I'll take it", despite the certainty that my mirror at home has a harsher truth waiting for me.
But, you know, who cares? I guess, from one perspective, I may have been duped into buying something that may not be as flattering as I think. But on the flip side, no one is more critical of that reflection than me, so I may as well find the best reflection available and go with that. The problem is the inconsistency. What I really need is one of those damn mirrors at home. Hell, maybe one above my bed.
Walking around all day in that delusion doesn't sound half bad to me.
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