my store, my world

There's that place that everyone has that makes them comfortable.  Weather its on a field, in there love ones arms, or even in front of there computer.  As for me you could probably guess I feel the best in a store.  preferably Nordstrom.  I write this in no disrespect, but sometimes I treat it like my Mecca.  That's probably the one place where I feel comfortable being myself.  I can go there and look a every shoe.  I almost feel like I am in an art studio.  Anyways I was the only teenage girl wearing a black leather jack, very light cluncky boots, and grey jeans.  Not my most fashionable outfit, but it was very creative.  My father and twin were relaxing at the other end of the department store as I floated to a new designer.  I drifted into my dream land of color and shine. When I heard a voice that brought me back to reality.

" Your going to be a great shopper when you get older," The manish voice complemented. I turned around and saw him.  He was holding shoe boxes.  He was wearing a suit and looked as if he was middle aged or a little younger.

" Yeah I love it so much.  I've sort of been doing this since I was three," I admitted.  Most people find this a joke or uninteresting.

" Yeah I see a lot three year old girls play with the shoes and run around," that made me smile because I know how adorable babies are.

" I just love the fashion industry.  I love the art aspect of the clothes."

" It's refreshing to hear that.  I've worked here a long time and its very rare to hear that," the stranger smiled.
As the conversation went on I talked about my love for clothing and my hopes and dreams of working at Chanel in Paris.  " Well when your old enough I will recommend you." I know he was kidding because I know he would forget about me by then.  My father came by and eventually I let the nice man go back to work.

The reason I was so ecstatic  was because he noticed me.  There were so many shoppers and other teenagers that he could have walked over to.  He chose me.  I'm not the prettiest and I'm not the smartest.  But in Norstorm I feel like I belong.  Like fashion is may destiny.  I will not give up, and this memory will last a lifetime.

-Persephone Jenkins ∞