Oh yeah, I headed home after my doctor’s appointment and completed the Kandi process and off I went for what was a very full, but tiring, day.
I tweaked my outfit by changing out from a cute robin egg blue t-shirt to this top I just love! I was feeling cutesy in my pictures.
So I first ran a few errands to the bank and the post office. Then I swung out to one of my favorite consignment shops. I don’t know what it is, but I have such fun at these places. About a month ago I had been admiring a too expensive dress they had on the mannequin in the window. It was still there. The owner encouraged me to try it on. I did some shopping and picked up a handful of other dresses and went into the dressing room.
The dress fit like a dream! I purposely left my phone in the car so as not to be bothered by calls, texts, etc., forgetting that is also my camera, so we have no photographic evidence. While I didn’t buy that dress (I told you, too expensive), I did get two others and a cute top. But there are two stories to tell.
The owner’s “mother” (actually a dear friend’s mother, but she referred to her as Mom), an 80+ year old, Irish immigrant and former seamstress, was in the store. Helene, whom I also called Mom, was my personal stylist, gushing over how I looked in each dress, pointing out the technical aspects of each fit. Damned if that wasn’t just the best hour I could have spent! We parted with multiple hugs.
And, oh yeah, I bought a freakin’ perfect, elegant Narciso Rodriguez dress. A quick Google search will show you these dresses list for over a thousand dollars. It was marked for consignment at $229 (extremely pricey for a consignment store), but was 90% off since it had been there so long! Dresses that expensive usually don’t sell that well at a consignment store, plus (modestly) one has to have the exact right figure for the dress. It is not forgiving.
After that I headed over to a vintage resale store that I love! The owner and I are friends and got caught up, it had been a while since I was in her neighborhood. I picked up a necklace to match one of the dresses I had just bought and left, again smiling at my good fortune. Not for the necklace, but for my friendships and the ease at which I go about all of this.
I was growing hungry so I stopped at the greatest Happy Hour and enjoyed a cocktail and dinner for pennies on the dollar. Then over to the mall to try on even more dresses. I was ready to purchase a Calvin Klein, but the lack of cashiers allowed me the time to rethink my initial impulse (like I need another dress).
The evening was capped off ushering at Weathervane Playhouse, one of my community theaters and a beer at the bar across the street. Nothing eventful, just a string of places, people and opportunities to be seen and accepted.
Pretty damn lucky, huh?