Hey, It’s Jet Here.
Yesterday, my human sister, Rachel, had a special event to attend. She wanted to look lovely and asked Mom to visit her room to review outfit possibilities. Mom, JJ and I shook off the leftover fogginess from a late afternoon nap since I woke everyone about 4:30 a.m.
JJ pranced into Rachel’s room and headed directly into her closet to determine options. Then, she stood still as Rachel held up two choices for Mom’s opinion. JJ sat politely on the floor waiting her turn to express her views. No offense to Rachel, however, unless the clothes adorn my fur, fashion doesn’t do much for me. I felt that staying at the door showed sufficient support. Mom and Rachel laughed because usually, I cannot wait to enter Rachel’s room and my self-imposed restraint fascinated them. The three females agreed quickly and disbanded.
You know, now that I think about the subject, I do have a few opinions about human fashion. I believe scents make the clothes. When Rachel sprays perfume on herself and the scent permeates her garments, my interest perks up. I think I’ve previously shared that I enjoy the smell of shampoo, creams and lotions. Mom has this stuff called chemical sensitivities. She does not add much scent to her clothes except the natural essential oils in her personal grooming products. I like her current shampoo which smells like chocolate mint. Whoops, I digress.
Mostly, I enjoy relocating garments, particularly Rachel’s. (She provides endless opportunities; after all she is a teenager!) Sometimes finding a garment in a location other than where you left it allows for increased creativity. I help her think of new pairing combinations. I’ve watched enough What Not To Wear episodes with Rachel on the couch, so, we’re on the same
Another great, stylish day.