I was SO busy yesterday I didn't have a chance to post. I was in and out of meetings and didn't even have a chance to log in...However, I was thankful for the distraction. I would have gone batty thinking about the Perpel Dress...would it be there? How would I live my life knowing I had the chance to have it in my possession, not once, not twice, not even three times, but a staggering FOUR times and I turned it down? What is wrong with me. One of my friends said "You've changed. You would never have turned it down even the first time!" I know. What happened to me?
As I made my way through the throngs of people milling about in the mall I thought to myself, "If it's there, I will give it a good home. I will wear it with my best accessories. I will buy a new pair of shoes just to match with it. I will..." but was this all wishful thinking? I didn't know. As I neared the store I hesitated. I had come here with one thought in mind "Bring home the Perpel Dress". I steeled my resolve and walked into the store. The salesperson greeted me with a kind hello, I smiled distractedly in her direction. I purposefully marched in towards the back, past the shiny new spring collections, the soft pastels,and jaunty spring jackets towards the dresses. My eyes scanned the new collection of dresses as I approached. The new perpel dresses had arrived, but none as perfect as my Perpel Dress. The New Collection displayed proudly, called out mocking me, "Forget about that dress...take one of us, we're ready to party!" No! I screamed in my head! I turned towards the sale rack. Ah, the sale rack. My friend and my foe. I fought many a battle here and many times emerged the victor...would today be a victory as well? As I walked around the rack,desperately searching, there in the corner standing proudly away from the "little black dresses" of a season past, was my Perpel Dress.
"YES!" I whispered. "You waited". I picked it up and looked at it, pride beaming from my face. I turned it around and looked at the tag. "$59.99", it said shyly. I clutched it to my heart, turned to the salesgirl and said "Can I try this on please?". As I put the dress on, my heart swelled with happiness. Here I was, wearing My Perpel Dress! My husband, happy for me as well, said "I will pay for it." The salesgirl wrapped my dress up in the delicate tissue paper and placed it in the bag. "Let's go home" I said.
And that's what we did.
And that's what we did.
about the author
Lee. M. lives with her understanding husband in Winnipeg. She hopes to one day be a famous blogger , who people will say "Hey, I knew her when she was less crazy!" when talking about her. The Perpel Dress hangs in a place of honor in her closet. She doesn't yet have the shoes to go with it.
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