This weekend Matt and I went shopping. We made a rash decision to go after church, initially so I could find a pair of jeans. You all understand the seriousness incorporated into a jean shopping trip. Once we ventured into the mall on a calm Sunday afternoon, we realized it had been three years since we'd bought a single item of clothes together. Oh sure, there was the white dress shirt from Target here, a basket full of socks there, but no real shopping trips in three years. You’re probably thinking to yourself, "This is the perfect storm for spending money irrationally." Probably, but it was sure fun.
I forget how helpful Matt is to have around. Granted, he follows me around the women's sections like a shadow, but he has really good taste when asked for it. He needed work clothes, but I had the opposite problem. As of late, I've had a serious lack of 'cool clothes.' Sure, I've got tights and pencil skirts and practical black slacks out the wazoo... but nothing fun.
It's hard not to be painfully aware of you're lack of 'cool' with two breathtakingly younger and beautiful sisters. When we go places on the weekends, they are always attired in their finest new jeans, cute tops and fun earrings. I hastily throw on my tennis shoes (because it's either that or heels) and my Walk for the Cure t-shirt. Not so fun. ANYWAY, this weekend I struck gold in the jean department. We went to the Buckle. The sales people were all size 0's with spiky mohawks and fake tans. I was wearing my church clothes. Matt disappeared into the men's section and I was alone. Right before I started to bolt out the door and head to Eddie Bauer, a girl who worked there asked if I needed help. Actually, she swung her long gorgeous blonde hair over her shoulder like someone in a Pantene commercial and said, "You looking for something?"
I decided to be the blunt old lady that I am and just lay it on the line, "Yes. I have a big butt and a little waist. My pants gap in the back and it drives me crazy. Got any jeans for that?" And then, just like in some horrible sitcom with canned laughter in the background, she yells across the room to a sales guy with an orange mohawk, "What are the best jeans for her? She's shapely but with a small waist and her pants gap in the back." I kid you not. Two 15 year olds nearby stopped perusing the Billabong sweatshirts and stared with open mouths. At least she said ‘shapely.’ Mohawk man yelled back, "Try those over there."
But before I could hate her completely, she walked over to the wall rack, plucked three pairs of jeans (and bless her for thinking I could fit into those sizes) and said, "Try these." Miracle of miracles, one of them worked. I almost shrieked in the dressing room, but settled for a subtle, "Yippee" where no one could hear. I was in such an elevated mood, I made an impulse grab for a cute green hoodie (we won’t even delve into how much it rang up for) and brought my goodies home. I will forever be grateful to that little Pantene girl and Mohawk man.
Several of you asked to see my new Sketchers. They're nothing fancy, but I can’t tell you how exciting it is to wear comfortable shoes that ARENT for running. Quite a novel thing.
And I couldn’t post my Monday clip without including Mabel's weekend. She spent a good deal of it begging. I have no idea what’s gotten into her, but she has been quite adamant that I share my food with her. Have you ever seen a dog so enamored with the smell of pickles? She is an odd, odd little duck.