Aug01

Ross-some MuuMuus and the Markdown Hierarchy

I’m on a mission. I secretly want to make wearing PJs in public acceptable, as evidenced by posts here and here, where I have on jammies masquerading as clothes.

{Props to The Wordy Girl for coming up with the term “Ross-some.” But we will get to that in a minute.}

Why, you ask? Two reasons: They’re comfy and, sometimes, I find PJs that are so cute, they just need to be deemed clothing. Most of my PJs involve giant muumuus that I’m 99.9 percent sure the hubby hates. But I love them. I’ve loved them since the days of Bewitched’s Endora and Three’s Company‘s Mrs. Roper, who clearly were my childhood fashion icons. I also think it’s something I inherited from my mom. She calls her muumuus “house uniforms” and throws one on the minute she gets home from work. And you’d better believe I’ll be getting a phone call about making that little fact public. Love you, mom.

That being said, I have a pretty hefty collection of muumuus, mostly vintage in loud ’70s patterns, you know back in the muumuu heydays. Where is this whole things going: So, the other day I’m shopping at Ross (don’t ask, we’ll get to that, too) and I stumble upon the jammie rack and BAM! Muumuus galore. Heart palpitations. $9.99 price tag. Tribal patterns. It was like giving a class of pre-K kids birthday cake with extra icing for lunch. I was beyond.

So, after my muumuu buying spree, I blabbed to Maria Tettamanti and Marcella Novella about my bounty, which lead to a whole interesting convo about the hierarchy of markdown stores. It went a little something like this:

Me: Do you ever shop at Ross?

Maria: No, but I shop at TJ Maxx.

Marcella: TJ Maxx is like Neiman’s compared to Ross.

Me: Ross has muumuus for $9.99. I bought some the other day.

Maria: What does a $9.99 muumuu from Ross look like?

Me: Um, I think they are intended for larger old ladies who’ve just given up on getting dressed.

Maria: Oh, I’ve got to see this. This should be a blog post.

Two days later, I sent her a pic of me in my muumuu, she called it “Ross-some” and asked me to pick one up for her. Then she wore it to the spa and the lady at the desk interrogated her about where she got it. I think I’m on to something here.

So here’s what I learned from my muumuu buying experience, other than my style can be summed up by supporting role characters on ’70s sitcoms: Everyone shops at Ross. They also all shop at Target, TJ Maxx, Marshall’s and K-Mart (in descending order of cool points, with Ross falling either before or after K-Mart—I can’t decide). And here’s why: You never know what you’ll find. Case in point: muumuus for $9.99.