Intimidated by Neatness

Is it just me, or are you scared of Jo Malone too? Not that I've actually met her, the woman herself, and it's not her I'm afraid of. I'm afraid of walking into the shops (Now owned by Estee Lauder). They are clean, bright and arranged with mathematical precision. I feel that unless I'm wearing black and white, and carrying a beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers, that I'll be stopped at the door and sent away.
The moment I approach, I feel as if my shoes are insufficiently shiny, my hair is unbrushed, my lipstick is probably spilling over the edges and my bag is just a bit too scuffed to be acceptable. I've met some lovely sales people in Jo Malone's shops, and some others who've decided I don't deserve to be there.
It's not as if the scents are intimidatingly challenging. They're very approachable, designed to be blended - if you can be bothered - so you can't get away with buying merely one bottle. No, you have to decide which two or three suit you best. In an ideal world, your husband will drop in just before Christmas and, completely baffled by the concept, get you the whole set
Yes, I own some, and in the past I liked to play with them, don't we all? But I can't help thinking that I'd prefer to wear real, deeper complicated things which have a lasting, changing life on the skin.