Retail Therapy (ch. 2)

Somehow shopping for someone else is much more fun. My favorite is when I get paid for it (I have two fantastic clients I work for as their personal stylist), but my friends all take advantage of this as a free service by taking me out to lunch and then going shopping afterwards. Today I finally got my hands on the last of my guy friends who did not get the memo about needing to wear clothing that he can't share with his 50 year old father (he's 24). Jerry is impossibly tall, very thin, and likes to buy things in size extra large so the sleeves are long enough (which really means that the sleeves are too short, but he uses the slack from the superwide shoulders to make up for it). No young male should be a regular at the Men's Warehouse (seriously!). I took him to H&M. I gave him a few pointers and we found quite a lot of medium sized clothing that was still long enough in the limbs to fit him properly. I even got him to take off the Classic cut (read: practically geriatric) Levi's jeans and try on a pair of straight leg, low rise, dark wash denim. He looked hot. He bought the shirt. He is waiting on the denim...(I'm crossing my fingers he gets them for 2008).