Seventh Post: Farewell

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my farewell post. It's been a great summer, and my retail job has now found its end and I have nothing left to complain about.

Just kidding! Didn't mean to give you a heart attack. You didn't think I'd leave you all Amy ranting-less, did you? How rude that would've been of me, and honestly the list of retail things I can complain about is eternal. However like I dramatically and soap opera-y mentioned above, I am no longer employed! Now usually this is a sad statement but in my case, it's means to celebrate (mostly because I got out of working tax-free weekend!). I'm going back to Austin so I can learn a thing or two from higher education and more importantly, so I can cash in on some Austin vintagey/thrifty shopping.

No pictures today, looks like you'll just have to read. Who says the written word is dead? (or is it typed?)

Key Note: This, metaphorically of course, is the part in the novel where the author shifts his or her point of view. And because my blog is comparable to great literature, I am now shifting my point of view from salesperson to customer. It's about to get wild.

Austin post to follow SOON, I promise. But for now...Farewell, Dallas!

PS. Before I leave you forever, Dallas (or at least, until Thanksgiving) Those of you who are lucky enough to be in town for the grand opening of the first EVER H&M in Texas on August 18th at Northpark Mall, please think of me the whole time you're there (perhaps take a picture of me if it'll help!)

Love,

Amy

Sixth Post: The Short Age

All right, so I've just gotten home from a full day of work and class (in case you were wondering class is still gross and we're still not talking about it) and I've decided that we're going to skip the pleasantries today and go straight to ranting. We've got a lot of ground to cover.

As I have slaved away for almost 3 long months of standing on my feet for 8 straight hours and literally being afraid of opening fitting room doors for fear of the mounds of fabric all over the floor, I have realized that the most exhausting part of the job is a mental issue rather than a physical one. Dealing with the various amounts of personalities that come in and out of the mall may just be one of the most challenging aspects of the job. You crazy, customers you!

I have in my delirious state categorized customers into 3 different types and they are as follows:

1) The "If you ask me one more stupid question I'm going throw hangers at you" customer: Let us all take a minute and rewind back to 4th grade math class, do you remember that kid that raised their hand immediately after a lesson and asked a question? Do you remember the 10 gazillion questions that came after that? Do you remember how annoyed you were? Well, low and behold that kid grew up and decided to go shopping.

2) The "I'm sorry I wasn't bitten by a radioactive spider and can move at lightening speeds to serve you" customer: Sorry, but I'm not sorry. This customer seems to always be in a hurry and a foul mood. For whatever reason it may be, I did not put on my customer service voice for you! Calm down, take a breath, and enjoy the materialism around you please.

3) The "Omg please be my friend and let me go shopping with you all the time" customer: This customer is unfortunately scarce, but when you do come around, I wholeheartedly appreciate it. You like clothes, you fully appreciate and succumb to my incoherent babbling about cute things I saw and want to make people try on. And when you leave, instead of saying "thank you! have a lovely day!" I really want to say "thank you! please take me with you wherever you're going"

- Take it from me, you want to be in Category 3. I'm going to make stickers or something.

But there's always the light at the end of every tunnel (and by tunnel, I really mean my blog metaphorically....just go with it)

The PICTURES. For those of you who just scrolled past my wonderfully thought-out rant (you know who you are, and you should be ashamed of yourselves), here's to shorts! I love them. I love them when it's hot. I love them when it's cold. I love them high-waisted. I love them with tights. And I especially love them when they're on sale for 10$ at Urban Outfitters! I bought two and I just have to show you.

The Floral:

(Shorts and Shoes from Urban Outfitters, Blouse from Nordstrom)

The high-waisted with scalloped detailing :

(Shorts from Urban Outfitters, Top from Uniqlo, Sandals from Nordstrom)

Okey dokey, now go hide from the heat inside a mall and be a good customer!

Love,

Amy

Fifth Post: Signature

So it's my day-off! You know what that means? My sanity has returned and I have every reason to grace you with my lanky presence with yet another photo shoot.

Disclaimer: My goal within the immediate future is to master the art of fashion blogger posing. I have taken some key points from some of my absolute favz Man Repeller and Fashion Toast however I'm hoping to add some of my own personal spark to it. Perhaps give you the feeling of "Why yes, I have just finished dealing with some retail ruckus and though I may just pass out from my work delirium, nothing can stop me from shopping some more!"

But of course, I always dress with purpose (as should every true fashionista). I am a firm believer that every one has a signature look. It's all that personal style you read about in magazines. And I do think that if we want to continue on this relationship of blogger to reader, it's necessary that you are fully aware of my love for the nautical. I like the stripes, the anchors, the navy and white, the gold chains, the rope detailing, the crisp preppy feel, etc but I hope you get the gist.

So without further or do, I give you my signature:

(Dress from Zara, Rebecca Minkoff satchel, Boots from Target, Necklace from Forever 21)

Ta-da! Welcome to what half of my closet (okay, more than half, but really who's counting?) looks like.

What's your signature?

No sympathy needed...today anyway,

Amy

Fourth Post: Pay Day

Behold, the one blog post that may be excused from my endless whining (I know this change of pace may be troublesome, but don't you worry, the complaints will resume and still be thrown at you copiously and perpetually). Today is a special occasion, one in which I'd like to share with you and is perhaps long overdue.

The one day that makes all the nightmares of being attacked by hangers (it happened. and no it's not weird.) worth it.

Pay Day. Oh miraculous it is, because it makes all of my troubles go away. It kindly says "hey, look at all the pretty pretty money now in your bank account. You can spend freely until the novelty wears off (or the money..whichever comes first)."

I give to you...my Marc by Marc Jacobs shorts modeled by yours truly.

- Ya like how they're hiding behind red railing from a playground set? Oh the intrigue

- Voila! Paired with a striped racerback tank from Madewell and a gold necklace from Anthropologie

- the artsy close-up and sea-foam green nails- what a combination!

I'd like to point out that as the positively professional photoshoot continued, the shots grew in seriousness.

For example, I was reading Fashion Gone Rogue one day and decided I'd take on the Photo of the day.

- the original (Photo via Fashion Gone Rogue)

- the Amy (can you see a difference at all? I didn't think so)

Finally, I leave this complaint-free blog with the many faces of Amy!

Hope you've enjoyed your retail experiences lately, otherwise I'm not doing my job very well!

Love,

Amy