A dress.
I’m about to attend a very special event, with stylish and sophisticated, worldy literati. I, who shop almost exclusively at second hand shops, and am currently not working.
I thought I could find something in one of two specialty consignment shops, only to discover, not even close! I was bordering on freaking out a little, when my girlfriends stepped in.
We discussed it over lunch, my friend swore an oath to my quest, marched me across the street after our meal, into an expensive shop I never even considered shopping in, and up to the second floor ladies fancy dress sale rack. Tried on two, but there was no doubt between us, number one was the one! It looked brilliant, not too old, not too young, and I felt wonderful in it. (That’s gotta help, right?) And, it was within my budget!
I came home, from lunch, with a dress, and absolutely breathless with giddy! I chattered away to my husband, poor fellow, who only 24hrs earlier had been forced to talk me down about the whole ‘out of my depth’ event, as I teetered on the ragged fringes of feaking out. I could not stop repeating, “I can’t believe I found a dress!”
I see the garment bag when I wake up in the morning and get a big smile on my face. There have been a string of stylish young neices and girlfriends coming over to admire it and help me with accessories and a new hair style.
I’m still saying it like I won the lottery - “I’ve got a dress!”