When we’re actually reading something other than fashion blogs, Web sites and magazines, we enjoy a bit ‘o’ comedy from The Onion. And today they combined our two loves with this little ditty.
“My Personal Shopper Is the Worst
I called up Alexa at Bergdorf’s Sunday night and told her I needed gloves, a hat, an evening dress, two coats,12 sweaters, a couple hair accessories, a slouchy belt, and some stockings, because I threw my old ones out by accident. I needed a new watch, too–something modern and new but traditional and in platinum–but I just called up Enrico for that, because he knows my hands.
Well, Monday morning rolled around, and then it was Monday afternoon, and I still didn’t have my purchases. When Alexa finally showed up, I understood why she’d taken so long–she had clearly gone out of her way to hand pick the most hideous pieces from the most hideous collections, carefully ensuring, while she was at it, that several of the items were not even in my size. (I’m a Versace 6, a Marc Jacobs 4.)”