Every day, going to work and coming home, I pass a boutique that features women's clothing, much of it locally made, in pretty, simple styles and natural fibers (linen, tencel, rayon, organic cotton). No garish prints. Of course, such clothing costs a lot, so I just drool as I ride by.
Yesterday, however, there was a sidewalk sale. I did a double-take, jammed on my brakes and did a 180 on my bike to go back. They were bringing in the racks. I stopped at the last one. It was the $10 rack. I shuffled through and found almost a dozen things that looked good and <might> fit.
"Can I take all these into a dressing room?"
"Sure, the one in the corner's a good one." No one else was around, just the clerk and me.
I tried them all on. Well, not all. Some clearly wouldn't fit. I'm a big girl, after all
Found a pretty brown linen skirt, marked down from $101. Two nice tencel-rayon tanks, down from $42. They all fit perfectly.
$185 worth of clothes for $30.
I rode home, and I just felt happy.
And today, G___ said, "I don't know what you're doing, but you're really looking good these days."
Too many sales like that, and I may become addicted to shopping…
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