Today was just one of those days. No ... not a crummy one. One of those days where everything just works out unexpectedly, but gratefully, better than it should.
I went shopping this evening with no particular garment/shoe in mind. I've found that I can never walk out of a store successfully that way. Whenever I am looking for something, it's just not there. Kind of like my keys on a daily basis.
That being said, I always go shopping with a completely open mind. That is, after all, how you find the best things, the steals and deals, and the very last fuschia strapless minidress in a size small. Imagine walking into a store with the motivation of a bear hunter for a fuschia strapless minidress ..... exactly. It'll never happen. That's like finding your bear in the Hollywood Hills. The only animals you'll find there are cougars. Just sayin'.
Today, I went shopping, HOPING to find an intense, oh em gee - this heel is way too high, this will go with everything, this is the perfect shade of black, my wardrobe is complete, ankle boot. I actually was successful in finding the boot, however, they didn't have my size. I spotted this boot and literally gasped, out loud, in public. I'm not even sure if I got a look or a graze in my direction (I had to have) I was so focused on this shoe. I swear I saw it glowing. I swear it said my name. "Half on the credit card, half on my debit card.", I began justifying this way too expensive boot in my head. "Well the one I wanted in Vogue was $625, this one is way cheaper." That is so not ok. Well at least I'm being shopper savvy! I COULD just spend the $625 on the ones that I REALLY want.
After that, I found this amazing red belt that was $40. Now, one thing about me and belts, I rarely ever buy new belts. Almost all of my belts are vintage, my grandmothers, hand me downs, or ones that just somehow appeared in my belt drawer. (Sorry to any of you who's belts I borrowed. Yes, I still have it.) This particular belt was bright red. I don't own a red belt. That's weird. I instantly thought of my extra pouffy (like, victorian dress style pouffy) sleeved mini dress. Perfect. $40 hurts, but whatever. The register, like a slot machine in a casino, had decided that today was my lucky day. $4.97! SCORE!!!! This never happens to me. Never ever ever. I'm always the girl at the register with an insanely marked down item, only to find out it was mistakenly marked down. Yep, that's me. The girl who's always payin' more for less.
Then, I wandered into another store, finding THE most amazing ruffled vest. I had to have it. It's like nothing I've ever seen before. I am SO motivated to duplicate this piece as soon as I get my hands on some chiffon. Maybe a wine colored one? Ohh la la!
So yesterday, my friend Victoria and I were talking about how we used to dress when we were little, and she said the weirdest sentence in the world to me. "When I was little, my mom used to get me geranimal outfits so that I could dress myself." Ummm excuse me. WHAT? You're mother used to dress you up as different animals? I had never heard the term "geranimal" before. In fact, I thought it was spelled and pronounced "grr-animal". Ali Moment. Now, knowing the meaning of geranimal, ( one who dresses in a monochomatic fashion, from head to toe.) aka: BORING. I am ashamed of myself, being a fashion guru and all, that I had not even heard of the word before. Of course, now it's my favorite word. Typical.
She gave me a look as if I myself were dressed up as an animal. She filled me in on what it meant. I was totally shocked. Shocked because I should have thought of that silly concept myself!!! Then, then next day, I heard someone call the way someone else was dressed "geranimal". I was really starting to love this word. It just rolls off the tongue, and sounds so ridiculous, yet smart.
I hope you've enjoyed my intense adventures today. I'm going to go drool over those studded boots and start lovin' on my ruffle vest.
Toodles!
