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Friday, August 3, 2007

Walking Tall, Seven Days a Week

I never thought I would be one of those girls who works at a mall. But now I do--at the Scottsdale Mall, no less. [I am glad I can at least say I work somewhere reputable, like an art gallery, as opposed to Forever 21 or Limited Too or something teeny-bopper like that.] The Scottsdale Mall can't just be called "The Scottsdale Mall," however. It is more correctly known as the Scottsdale Fashion Mall. For fashion people. (Although my fiance's niece Ady is most definitely a fashion girl, most people who know me cannot argue that, sadly, I do not fall under this category. See?)

Fashion people wash their hair even when they aren't going anywhere...

Anyway, the Scottsdale Fashion Mall is like nowhere else in the country (except maybe 5th Avenue in NYC, or the entire universe we know as Beverly Hills). I went into work today and was reminded why I usually choose not to shop there. I parked my 1999 white Toyota Camry at the only place available by the time the mall opens: The Outcast Lot. Nobody who actually lives in Scottsdale will park there, because they are afraid their H3s and Jaguars and BMWs will get keyed by the frustrated-with-their-station-in-life bourgeoisie. But there, amongst the other late models, Tamra the Camry felt right at home.

Tamra Camry, ever unassuming. Doesn't she look unassuming? I bet if she had a mind, she would spend all day just thinking, "I don't assume much."

The Outcast Lot is strategically placed at the entrance between Tiffany & Co., Louis Vuitton, and Prada, so as to remind the untouchables of their status (or lack thereof). I entered the mall wearing a white eyelet skirt I got on clearance at Target, a hot pink wrap-around top that I've had for years, and nondescript white wedges from Payless (where I paid impossibly less because of a back-to-school sale my senior year. Of high school). Oh, and a Hawaiian shell necklace my sister got me as a souvenir, just for a bit of frosting.

I think the Scottsdale Fashion Mall is on high alert for people like me. It's like the CEO put out a memo: "Attention all security personnel: This is an APB. This is not a drill. Be on the lookout for tall, overweight Caucasian females. May be seen wearing a number of generic brands at any given time. Possibly toting overstuffed pleather handbags. If searched, said pleather handbags likely contain a variety of Bonnie Bell lip glosses. These cosmetics are highly mediocre--again, highly mediocre. Be on high alert. This is not a drill."

Walking tall, though, right? Seven days a week.


Blogger Cristin Lassen said...

You crack me up. That is sooooooooo me. I've been to that mall and it's intimidating as a customer. I can't even imagine what would be like to work there.

August 3, 2007 at 10:37 PM  
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August 4, 2007 at 12:01 AM  
Blogger Lindsey Burnham said...

Oh Camille!!! I LOVE IT! i feel he same way a lot of the time (not the walking through a classy and high priced mall part, but the trying to be cute in inexpensive, old, off-brand things). I am so glad that you updated your blog tonight... it made my evening.

P.S. You need to go look at the blog You will love it, I just know it!!!

August 4, 2007 at 12:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

one time i had to walk in their after a day's work at interior fabric so of course i still had that ugly blue shirt on and i made the mistake of untucking it in hopes that it would let people know that i wasn't trying to be serious with it and yet then it just made me look like a homeless person. somehow nordstroms still allowed me to venture into their store and actually buy something!

August 4, 2007 at 12:18 AM  
Blogger Kristi K. said...

Wow Camille that was so fun to read, you could seriously become a reporter and then I would actually read the paper!! Lol anyway keep up the awesome, yet random blogging!!

August 4, 2007 at 1:04 AM  
Blogger Emily Lewis said...

Camille, I use to work down that way and everyday I felt like a homeless person in my target skirt and forever 21 shirts as i walked around puting gift ceertificates on peoples BMW's Lexus' Rang rovers etc. atleast you wokred in the mall. I really did walk around like a homeless person putting things on peoples 100,000,000,000,000 dollar cars..... ok maybe not that much, but i do feel where your coming from! i always looked foreword to coming back to our side of town and feeling in place again... I lvoe mesa!

August 5, 2007 at 8:11 PM  
Blogger Miss Kim Fontes said...

I just want to tell you that I wish I was tall so I could tell stories about it! haha This totally cracked me up, and I dont think I have ever even been to scottsdales mall, I am way to oridinary to even know there was a mall in scottsdale!

August 6, 2007 at 1:21 AM  
Blogger lindser-lou said...

"Fashion people wash their hair even when they aren't going anywhere..."

HAHAHAHA, i think this is going to be my new favorite quote.....

awesome! I cant stop laughing...this is SOOOO me....the grease ball who will go a week without washing her hair.
heck yes.

August 13, 2007 at 11:37 AM  

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