My store gets clothes in stock that make me want to rhetorically ask the buyers for the store, "where do you think we are, Minnesota?"
The store gets clothes that would make you question if you were in the sunshine state or about to face a snow storm if you step outside.
There are vests with inches of fabric that make one appear bulky yet cozy.
There are sweaters, in fact sweaters galore that make you want to buy Yankee candles, sit around watching Audrey Hepburn films, and a warm blanket as if it were freezing outside.
I should know this because for the last two weeks all I can think about is how much my store reminds me of fall. That is right, me of the season fall.
I am from Texas and have never seen snow nor the leaves change colors but in my mind the sweaters, the leggings, the beautiful plaid scarves all make me feel like I am in the Carolina's warming up by a fire place with a spiced tea latte in one hand and To Kill a Mockingbird in another.
Isn't it amazing that a look of a store, the clothing, the mannequins, can motivate one to feel the need to shop for things that keep them in the holiday spirit? I can imagine it is what motivates the world of retail.
I have more sweater tops then I will ever wear and I now buy lattes that make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I light candles and watch endless classic films.
My store is getting to me...and I like it.
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