View attachment 4469551 As you can see, I went into the store nostrils a-flarin’ and double chins up!
They didn’t have much else. One cw of Jungle Love Rainbow in blue, which didn’t suit me at all. Posted above - why are all the photos automatically showing up at the top of a post? It’s driving me batty - I like to have full editorial control of the layout! (Comes from being an editor, I suppose.)
Yesterday was a hard day. It was the three month anniversary of my stepson’s death plus DH’s birthday (luckily, he did not figure out the coincidence). I was feeling so out of sorts, slightly weepy and angry and generally helpless, so I dropped everything and drove to H, in saggy jeans, a t-shirt accessorized with a few well-placed puppy hairs and carrying an ancient Benetton backpack that I normally would only wear to places like Magic Mountain. My hair was a droopy mess, and I had only put on half my normal face (thank god I now have permanent eye brows or I truly might have scared away customers. Or least their children.) In other words, I was one of the beasts in Sweet Dreams. I used to dress up or at least, be presentable when going in to H, always wearing a scarf, but this time I was filled with a strange kind of courage, a “Let them come and serve ME, as is their natural right.” This must be how celebrities feel.

I lingered and tried on everything I wanted, and when a customer asked for a scarf with clouds and the staff had no idea, I said, “Perspectives.” And when they further told that customer they didn’t have any in stock, I chimed in “yes, you do, let me show you where in the case.”
Seriously, where’s a mic to drop when you need one???
My condolences on your loss, Joannadyne, and thank you for an otherwise sweet post. You should work at that store! They need you.