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I started out a vision of holiday cheer. I was wearing some new bootcut jeans, a simple black t-shirt, and my fancy red damask coat. I was having a good hair day too. I hopped in my car, gathered up about 17 used Kleenexes, stuffed them in the trash (we've had a bit of a head cold issue at our house), and cued up my iPhone to shuffle my extensive holiday tune collection as I drove to the mall. It felt great.
Apparently, a lot of people are out shopping this time of year (who knew?). I thought maybe I'd have the place to myself on a Tuesday, but I was wrong. I ended up parking about a half mile from the mall and leapfroging across lakes of melted, dirty snow to get to my destination. But that's okay, because it's the Most Wonderful Time Of The Year.
I had some good luck shopping. And I remembered to ask for boxes (and gift receipts) as I was checking out in each store which made me feel super pulled together, but also meant that the bags I was carrying were hard to hold and weighed about 10 lbs. each. I was in a hurry because the kids needed to be picked up, so I never stopped to eat (unfortunately) or look in a mirror (more unfortunately). As I was leaving a little boy looked at me and moved closer to his mother as I passed him. "That's odd," I thought, as I set my bags down to fish through my purse for the car key. Then I caught my reflection in the mirrored window of Abercrombie & Fitch.
I had zhuzhed my hair briefly while shopping and the curls had created a pyramid effect on the right side of my head - I'd taken on a very distinct Phyllis Diller appearance. Carrying all the bags and my purse on my shoulders had caused my t-shirt to somehow start riding so high on my body it was coming up my neck. My cute jacket was untying itself - the belt had one short piece at the waist and a longer half that was grazing the floor. And my jeans had grown about 3 sizes too large and were now officially under my feet and sliding down my body. Thank goodness I was wearing a longer jacket.
So I didn't end my day elfing as well-coiffed as I'd started, but I accept mine is not a path of perfection. I retied my jacket, pulled up my pants, tamped down my hair and sung 'Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree' to myself as I forged my way back to the car. I do hope the little boy I scared has recovered. I'm just glad to have had the day to shop - it's really a luxury to be able to do that on a weekday (I honestly can't imagine how it would be on a weekend - that would test the spirit of even a holiday junkie like myself), but I'm even more glad to know I can take care of my remaining holiday chores from home. Fireside.
I'm wearing these.
Nordic leggings I found on Clearance at Target for less than $10. I bought them for Eliza, but she wasn't a fan. Now they're mine. I can do yoga in them, work in them, online shop in them, and do laundry too. Perf. Plus, I imagine they'll work great for later when I have a celebratory glass of wine.
gratitude: eucalyptus oil, my new Diptyque candle, being Mom, getting paid
thanks and love.