Yes, I used to be you.

Wondering why women, who were at least ten years older than me, were shopping in MY store. So, when you rolled your eyes at me during your attempt to buy at least ten items of clothing at Banana Republic while chatting on your cell phone and cruising for accessories by the check out counter, I took one look at your coiffed hair and perfect French pedicure and remembered what its like to be twenty-two.

Yes, its true. I ran out to shop the sale during the kids’ nap time and before we all headed out to the pool for the afternoon. Therefore, I did not have time to refresh my (at least) month old pedicure and, alas, I did leave my three inch stilettos at home. In fact, I looked down and realized that I had forgotten to leave my dirty old black slides at home in favor of some footwear that hadn’t seen my garden recently. I sadly had not coordinated my sunglasses to match my outfit either.

But, cheers to you for managing at least five bags, a huge purse, and those extremely high heels- you’re a star! In full disclosure, I loved your shoes. With the whole three kid thing going on my life (this doesn’t look to change anytime soon), I’m just lucky that I got to shop without a stroller. I hope that one day that you get as much satisfaction from heading to The Children’s Place as you do at Bebe.

In the meantime, next time you see at thirty something extremely harried lady at Banana Republic, please move your big ass bag over and direct your eye rolling to someone who deserves it.  By the way, please let me know if I can borrow those shoes as they would go lovely with the new, clever shirt I just purchased.

My Thanks,

The BD

Thanks to bejewell for the inspiration!