Patty here…
Saturday I went shopping. It was the Nordstrom half-yearly sale and since I hadn’t refreshed my wardrobe for about a million years, I decided to throw all caution to the wind. I will admit to having a soft spot in my wallet for Nordstrom. It’s a Seattle store, and I lived there for many years. I remember when it was Nordstrom Best the shoe store, and I also remember the first pair of shoes I bought there. They were ruby red with an impossibly cool buckle on the toe (think Dorothy and Toto). I still have my original Nordstrom Best credit card, which I’m keeping until I can sell it on E-Bay for a gazillion dollars.
I digress…
I set a budget for my Saturday shopping spree, but what the hell. Budgets are made to be broken. Just ask Michael Jackson. I knew I was in trouble when my personal shopper asked me if I wanted to pull my car around to the loading dock.
All those shopping bags! It seemed like a lot of stuff as I was carrying the bags to the car, but when I got home and compared the sales receipt to the items—yeow!—it seemed more like a little for a lot. When did shoes get so expensive? And why do they seem to go out of style before the credit card bill arrives? I should have kept those platform sandals I bought at Nordstrom in the 1970s. Scary, but they’re back.
As I was carting all those clothes into the dressing room I felt a little like Sex and the City’s Carrie Bradshaw. Trying them on made me feel like Al Roker before the surgery. That’s the problem with the writer’s life. You spend way too much time sitting on your butt in front of a computer screen. I need to find some balance in my life, so I’ve decided that it’s time to activate that gym membership I bought five months ago and have used exactly one time. I’m going to get back in shape—right after I finish this post—and I have the Nordstrom half-yearly sale to thank. Shopping, it's a beautiful thing.
If you want to see one of my new outfits and hear a message in my own voice, please click here.
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Sport shopping....gotta love it. What I want to know is, when does it qualify as an Olympic competition? Think of the fun judging scandals.....
ReplyDeleteAdore the new outfit ;-)
Rae, you are so funny. Love your Olympics idea. I see a new reality TV show in the making.
ReplyDeleteDang, I couldn't get the audio link. Guess I'll have to use my imagination until we can get together again over an adult beverage.
ReplyDeleteAnd could you send that personal shopper my way?
Rats! The audio is the fun part.
ReplyDeleteUm, Patty? Your Nordstrom has a tiara department?
ReplyDeleteTish!!!!!!!! Welcome. Yes, my dear. We MUST shop tiaras and do tea.
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