What Fashion Does to You

There it was. With red haired mannequins decked out with black finger nail polish, my dream of going into a Chanel boutique was about to be fulfilled. It was seriously almost like heaven for a minute. The employees were so well dressed and the floors were reflective and white (not a good thing at the moment, reason being that i had just stepped in a small pile of dog manure), and it was so sleek. I couldn't go in for a minute for fear that I would do something childish and unChanel-like. I looked down at myself and realized that I probably wasn't the costumer they were looking for: oversized black sweatshirt, worn hand-me-down Converse, not so good looking hair. I felt rather ashamed at that moment, but I realized that even though my looks weren't the best, I could walk like a model!! That would help!
So I walked in, shoulders held back, neck held high, all ballet elegance engaged. I put one foot directly in front of the other, just like a model. I didn't pay attention to the strange looks I was getting. Elegance, I reminded myself. Simple elegance is all you need. As strange as it may seem, I found out that one can feel uncomfortable in heaven (reminds me of 'The Great Divorce' somewhat, no?) I really don't know what i was trying to prove. Maybe that I was quality material for them in some way, shape, or form. Maybe that I was desperate to get a job there when i get older. I walked up to the second floor (yes, there were two levels). A wall of shoes faced me, and a big tv that was showing the latest Chanel runway show. I walked over to that wall and gazed respectfully at a distance. And then!! I caught sight of something I never thought I would ever see!! Someone trying on shoes!!! CHANEL SHOES!! Was it possible!?! I really did gasp, you guys. I tried not to too loudly, but i did. I was secretly mad at that woman. Who does she think she is? I asked myself. And to try on Chanel shoes? That goes against every law that has ever existed!! I did calm down after a while, but....well, it took a while.

I shall come back and write more later. There is a moral to this and a bigger purpose. There is the secret, the answer, to this picture.