As much as I love shopping, I never thought I’d be raving about a personal stylist, but here I am, fresh off a spree to Nordstrom’s, two pairs of perfect fitting, where-have-you-been-all-my-life jeans richer.
Arriving on the second floor, I spotted stylist Jennifer Choyce who had helped me before.
“Hi, there! Remember me? You helped me years ago for my trip to Asia…when my son got married?”
“Oh, yes! I remember you,” she says.
And then I described the jeans I was looking for, certain they didn’t exist. Except they do.