OASIS dress, Target belt, Ralph Lauren denim jacket (all bought 10 years ago). New Carlos Santana suede embroidered boots.
Teddy and I went on a short road trip last week when he took this photo – more posts to follow. I have been battling my cholesterol levels successfully and have lost weight. It was fun to wear clothes I haven’t worn in a while and the dress has a story. Ten years ago, I went on dreary winter trip to Scotland to see the old folks. On a free afternoon I went to a local shopping mall to check out the stores. I walked into a dress store and the manager greeted me with an insincere smile and welcome. Her thoughts were, “You are in the wrong store, turn around. Why would an ancient crone/homeless person come into my fabulous shop?” I looked in the mirror and saw a tired, jetlagged woman with so many layers of clothes to fight the cold.
In my head I thought, “Game on, Termagant…” The real word I thought of rhymed with Witch. The Termagant was a very pretty lady in her late 20s with long wavy blonde hair. She had a great little figure – a pocket Venus. Her dress was a gorgeous navy dress with taupe banding (look familiar)? I said, “I love the dress you are wearing.” She stared at me as though I had lost my mind. Did I really think I could look good in HER dress? With a slight sneer, she said, “We only have one left on the mannequin and it is an EXTRA SMALL.” “I would love to try it on if you don’t mind taking it off the mannequin…”
Well, now the Termagant was annoyed. She summoned her minion from the back to help with this hopeless task. The minion was a lovely girl, full of smiles and clearly didn’t like the her boss. The minion and the ancient crone went off the fitting rooms. Underneath the many layers of clothing, I had/have a pretty cute figure and I was particularly slim on this trip. I came from behind the curtain like Cinderella – transformed. The minion’s eyes opened wide with surprise, delight and the inevitable Schadenfreude. She called out to her Termagant boss, “Look how amazing the dress looks on her!!”
Termagant’s face was a picture, ‘How could that ancient crone have a rocking body?’ Her perplexment made my day and I still have the dress, as you can see. Keep your old stuff; fashion comes in cycles.