Last Saturday my daughter Emily and I had the opportunity to
go shopping for the whole day. Now
I’m not much of a shopper but she had wanted to go out, just the two of us, for
some time. We started out early
and got back late. We stopped at
the Goodwill’s in the area first to find the best deals (which there really
were none) and then we went to the mall.
I’m not really a mall shopper because, quite honestly, the prices are
much more than my budget allows me to pay. When a pair of jeans for a teenager cost $74 and everyone
seems okay with that I begin to have heart pains. But we had fun non-the- less.
We laughed a lot, pulled things off of the racks that we
would never be caught dead in, bought hardly anything and just had a wonderful
time together. One of our goals
for the day was to go into the bridal shop and try to find a mother of the
groom dress for me. I was ready
and prepared. I had a picture and
the order numbers of the dresses that I had investigated online. When we walked into the store several
nice gals who were more than willing to help us in our journey of dress buying
greeted us. I don’t wear many
dresses and so buying a fancy dress really is not in my realm of weekly, monthly
or even yearly purchases—I needed help.
Emily is always good to have with me in these types of endeavors because
she will tell me the truth. She
will give me the “no way” look, the “hmmm, not so sure about it look” and the
“wow, you look stunning look.” I
know that I can trust her fashion judgment. So we ventured into the world of wedding gowns, beautiful,
fancy dresses and accessories to match.
The ladies helping were a lot of fun and we teased and joked
back and forth. However, they told
me that the dresses that I had chosen they didn’t actually have in the
store. In my mind I’m thinking of
course not because 2 of the 3 were the $79 ones. They had similar ones that they would bring me to try
on. And it began. Dress after dress I put on. One looked like I belonged in Egypt as
Cleopatra’s sister. Another looked
like I was going to a funeral.
Several wouldn’t zip up fully.
But there was one that just looked lovely. I walked out of the dressing room and my daughter, the
workers and even a bridal party trying on dresses of their own stopped and said
that I looked stunning. It was
dark blue with a nice jacket to go with it. I didn’t look like an old lady, I didn’t feel like a grandma
but felt elegant and beautiful. I
got the thumbs up and then the lady working was so excited that she went and
got me accessories and shoes to match.
I’m not used to being waited on and having things brought to my dressing
room to try but I’ll have to be honest, I kind of liked it. They don’t do that at Goodwill or
Salvation Army and so I thought that I might be on to something here. I liked the royal treatment. I loved the dress so much that I bought
it and the accessories with it. After paying for it I realized why they give
the royal treatment. This wasn’t
your second hand store where you get 50% off for the tag color of the
week. This was the real deal. A real store, with real prices, and
real people trained to sell you new
clothes. As much as I love my
second hand store deals, I liked really liked being at this type of store where
they could look at my body shape, my skin tone, and pick a dress for me that
might work.
Our day ended together at the bookstore where we bought
fancy coffees and browsed.
Sometimes it’s good to do things that you don’t normally do and to get
to do it with my favorite girl was a real bonus. What can you do this week that takes you out of the realm of
the norm? Try something new and
maybe you too might feel like a queen for the afternoon.
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