Good Luck Birthday Girl

Okay. So I am someone who usually has either no luck or bad luck. It’s usually the latter. And it’s not even so much that I have bad luck, it’s that I AM bad luck. It’s true.

For example, I’m not allowed to watch any big important Laker games or football games because as soon as I do, the team that was probably winning and/or was having an amazing season suddenly begins to lose. I’ve never really won anything, even if there’s a really good chance for me. Like, I mean, if there was a contest that only I and one other person entered, and there were two prizes , that person would win both times. Seriously. Bad luck.

However, there is one day in the year, that challenges my unluckiness. That day is my Birthday! Now, I don’t know what it is about that day that makes things go my way. Perhaps its because I wake up bursting with excitement at what the day will bring. I’m excited to get ready, and my hair and makeup always turns out. My outfits come together in stylish precision, my smile is brighter and it’s like I’m walking on air! I just LOVE my birthday. I love the attention I get on my birthday. I’m not someone who is all trying to hide the fact that it’s my birthday – I’m all “EVERYONE!! It’s MY Birthday today! Celebrate me!!!”

And it’s not that I’m trying to insist upon myself (well perhaps I am J), but it’s just that it’s the one day of the year that I feel like it’s OKAY to insist upon myself! I love it so much that I began to call the weekend closest to my birthday, my Birthday Extravaganza Weekend. A whole weekend. But since my birthday was on a Tuesday this year, I've decided to have a Birthday Extravaganza WEEK.

Anyways…

So every year I of course make a birthday wish list. It’s usually stuff that I didn’t get for Christmas or stuff that I plan to get sometime that year. Once in awhile though, I will happen upon something that was not on my list, but somehow, can’t possibly live without. At first it just might be something that I would say “Wow, that’s cute!” to. But the more I think about, the more I convince myself that I cannot live without it. The need for it consumes me and I can’t think about anything else.

Last year it was my black ostrich feather clutch from Club.

This year it was a pink feather vest (I know, what is it with me and feathers?!) I saw this cute pink confection 2 weeks ago. And thought to myself “Wow! That’s so cute!” It was highly impractical and honestly for $39.80, a teensy bit overpriced…but it aaaahhh! It was exquisite. I showed it to my sister, who I hoped would say it was TOO ridiculous, but I put it on and she lit up and said “Ooh! It has a look!” I snapped a pic of it to send to my friends and asked them if it was too ridic for me to buy. They answered back that it was totally Me and that I just HAD to wear it for my birthday party! I left it in the store saying “Well, if its here next week, I’ll buy it.” Famous last words.

Last Friday, I went back. It was nowhere to be found. I searched every inch of the massive store and not even a hint of feather anywhere. I reluctantly asked a salesgirl, who stated that she had seen it in the “Get it Now! Section” and that it was probably gone. I was heartbroken. Crestfallen. And the fact that it was on sale, only made it worse. Now, because I couldn’t have it, I was obsessed with it. I thought of all the outfits I could have worn with it. All the places I could have worn it. But it was not meant to be. I tried to tell myself that it was too ridiculous anyways. I tried to forget about it. But I couldn’t.

So this Monday, unable to believe that it was gone, I went back. My eyes scanned the store and suddenly…I stopped. Did I just? Was it just a figment of my imagination??? I walked faster towards the back of the store…there, peeking out from one of the racks was an unmistakable dusty rose feather…I broke out into a run, all the while saying to myself, “Please be my size! Please be my size!” I got to it, touched it…and looked at the tag. It was…a small. AAARRRGHHH. So close and yet so far.

Finally convinced that it was not meant to be I went to find something else to try on. I went into the change room, half-heartedly trying on a pretty nice cream blazer with ¾ length sleeves and black satin lapels. My mood began to pick up…it actually looked nice!

Satisfied that I would at least have something new to wear for my birthday, I came out of the changeroom and turned my head…and suddenly saw a LOT of pink feathers sitting on a rack. I asked the girl “Um…is there a large in that pink vest over there?!” She walked over and said “Large, large, medium…which one do you want again?” I practically screamed “Large!!” so she picked it off the rack but before she gave it to me, she said “Umm…well I think they’re on this rack for a reason but I don’t know why… I have to ask someone”. As I looked at her in disbelief, she went and asked another girl, who mumbled something about thinking it was fine, but saying she might need to ask a manager. I tapped my foot impatiently, and was like “OMG. Are these people fricken serious?!”

Anyways…Eventually I had the beautiful, delicate, ridiculous vest in my hands! (almost had to rip it out of that silly salesgirls paws!) I brought it to the change room, did a tiny victory dance (obvi), put it on, admired myself, texted my sister (who said "BUY it already), and promptly went straight to the cash desk. The girl rang it up and I asked how much? She said “$39.80” I said “Um…but this is from the “GET it NOW! Section – doesn’t that mean its on sale?” (I mean, yeah, I loved the vest and I was gonna buy it anyways…but hey, if it was on sale, even better!) Anyways, the girl says “Uh yeah…the Get it Now Section just means that you should like, get it now? Y’know?” (in total valley girl voice). I’m like ‘Uh okaaaaay”. (eyeroll)

Anyways…I have my pink feather vest and now my life is complete. I'm gonna wear it this Friday complete with my tiara (because, y'know, I'm a princess.) I will post a pic then.

Perhaps my good luck will continue... Happy Birthday to me!!