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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Shopping (03/01/07)

TITLE: Clothes Encounter
By RuthAnn Cornelson
03/08/07


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It all started with Eve!

She and Adam ate the forbidden fruit and, “Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.” Genesis 3:7(NIV) There you have it - the beginning!

Then, “The LORD God made garments of skin for Adam and his wife and clothed them.” Gen 3:21 (NIV) Now they have choices – skins or leaves.

Before the fall there was no need for clothing and therefore no need for clothes shopping. A little experience I had recently, confirms to me that shopping is, indeed, an indirect result of the fall.

A card arrived in the mail announcing, “The Biggest Sale of the Year. Take an additional 30% off all sale items. Special preview Thursday, for our most valued customers only.” I decided to go.

Arriving at the store early, I joined the other ‘most valued’ customers waiting for the doors to open. The clerk finally arrived and released the lock. In the women’s department I stopped at the first dress rack sporting a large, red SALE sign. I looked for the plastic markers separating the sizes and realized two things - I could see double digits on the markers which meant I was looking in the right section, but I couldn’t make out the numbers, which meant I was not wearing my glasses. I dug through my purse, searching. They were not there! I was dismayed, but not terribly surprised. I frequently misplace my glasses. Oh, I’m sure I’ll be fine without them.

I chose a dress and eagerly looked at the tag to see the last sale price, from which I could deduct 30%! I saw only blurry black lines. I held the tag further away, hoping the black lines would turn into numbers, but no. I tried bringing it closer. When the tag touched my nose, my eyes were mere squinting slits and the black lines had become one large blur. Clearly, I would not be fine without them. I now had two choices. I could drive home and hunt for the misplaced glasses, or I could go to the drugstore across the street and purchase some?

To go to the drugstore would mean either giving up my perfect parking spot or walking in the now pouring rain. The drug store is across the street at the opposite end of the mall, but I want to keep my parking spot, so decide to walk. Once in the drugstore, I look at the reading glasses, squinting to find the magnification I need. I try on a pair, look at the price tag, and gloriously, see numbers instead of lines. Eighteen dollars!! Eighteen dollars?! I can buy a three pack at Costco for $16! However, I’m sure to save $18 at the sale and this is an emergency. Wearing my purchase I leave the store and head back to the mall, ready to shop.

Finding the dress again I take it to the changing area and wait in line for the next room. Finally there, I pull my turtleneck sweater over my head, forgetting to remove my glasses first. They press and scratch against my face as I tug at the sweater. By the time the sweater is off, my still damp hair is sticking out at various angles around my head and my new glasses are bent awkwardly.

I grab the dress, pull it over my head, get one arm into a long sleeve and the other halfway in before I notice the shoulders tightening. I wriggle and tug until I am completely trapped. Clearly this dress had been hung under the wrong size on the rack. I can’t get it on, but now my struggle is, can I get it off? I wrestle with the fabric, slowly my shoulders emerge and finally my arms are free! I yank the dress off, drag my turtleneck over my head and look up, directly into the mirror. My slightly damp, spikey hair has dried into a mass of frizz plastered against my head. All traces of the makeup I had dabbed on that morning have disappeared. Puffy, blue eyes, set in a red-blotched, stark white face, glare back at me through crooked glasses.

See what I’ve become! I hate shopping! Eve, Eve! What were you thinking? Of course, it is easy to blame Eve, but maybe, just maybe, I had some responsibility for the stress of this shopping day.


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Sheri Gordon03/08/07
This made me laugh. I hate shopping too -- especially clothes shopping. I saw one or two punctuation issues, but otherwise this read very nicely. Good story.
Martha Ford03/10/07
What a great picture that I know I've been through at various times. I enjoyed the narrative so much I didn't note any writing errors. Your title is excellent! Thanks for sharing and keep writing.
Clyde Blakely 03/11/07
Loved it. I hope you didn't tell your husband about this. I would not let my wife live it down if this had been her. God bless and keep writing (and shopping).
Donna Emery03/12/07
An understandable interlude and it was well written. You made me commiserate with your main character. Good job
cindy yarger03/15/07
Good use of humor and told well. Good job!