I have never been a great consumer. I'm not a shopper like most women in my life are, knowing where to go for the best of any purchase and deal. I often do not have the right "things" for the right occasions.
My beloved grandmother didn't travel much, but spent a good amount of time in shops scouting chic travel bags, matching cosmetic and toiletry kits, and fancy pajamas for nights spent in company of family in a hotel suite. She had the perfect suits for afternoon wedding ceremonies, fox fur stole for just the right winter social occasion, sun glasses for walking by the seawall and ones for roaming downtown on Sunday mornings.
Me? I have given my girlfriends heart attacks upon returning from trips to Paris, Rome and New York, declaring never having stepped into a shop, opting instead to sip coffee with Mr. Urban and savoring every last morsel of time with him.
During this last trip to New York, I decided to throw caution to the wind and spend an hour shopping by myself at Saks. An hour that only barely got me through the ladies' Shoes Department. I figured just looking at all these beautiful shoes gathered into one place is surely as good for my soul as visiting the Met.
At first the experience was unsettling. I felt my heart racing. As busy as it was, women clawing at sales associates to get them their sizes, a young, spunky, beautiful sales associate spotted me through the crowds and approached me with a big smile: "YOU LOOK LOST! What are you looking for".
"Well, I am looking for beautiful platform shoes with only a couple of inches of heels".
"DO NOT INVENT THINGS!" and then in a softer tone she said, "You are in the presence of greatness... take what they offer, give thanks and leave."
She helped me pick the prettiest black Gucci heels, very high, very comfortable, and on sale!
She then handed me to another associate which took the shoes and my credit card to the back and returned with a big Saks bag and my card. I signed the receipt and ran out of there to meet my peeps at our one hour mark.
The next morning we were leaving New York bright and early. I was packing frantically, deliberating on whether items should come on board or be packed in the suitcase. I ceremoniously took the shoe box from the Saks bag, and absent mindedly noticed that the Gucci shoes were packed in a Jimmy Choo's box. I couldn't resist a last peek at my beauties before packing them away in the luggage...
O Holy Mother of God, Giant Yellow Monsters had swallowed my pretty black suede heels whole.
When Mr. Urban inquired about the look of horror upon my face, I could not answer, lest tears roll down my face.
It was too late. The giant yellow shoes were coming to Los Altos, there was no stopping them...
And that my friends is what happens when you are a rookie at shopping. Definitely not something that would have ever happened to my dear grandmother...
p.s. I have looked in amazement at the yellow shoes so much, that they have strangely grown on me. I may even keep them. What do ya think???
My beloved grandmother didn't travel much, but spent a good amount of time in shops scouting chic travel bags, matching cosmetic and toiletry kits, and fancy pajamas for nights spent in company of family in a hotel suite. She had the perfect suits for afternoon wedding ceremonies, fox fur stole for just the right winter social occasion, sun glasses for walking by the seawall and ones for roaming downtown on Sunday mornings.
Me? I have given my girlfriends heart attacks upon returning from trips to Paris, Rome and New York, declaring never having stepped into a shop, opting instead to sip coffee with Mr. Urban and savoring every last morsel of time with him.
During this last trip to New York, I decided to throw caution to the wind and spend an hour shopping by myself at Saks. An hour that only barely got me through the ladies' Shoes Department. I figured just looking at all these beautiful shoes gathered into one place is surely as good for my soul as visiting the Met.
At first the experience was unsettling. I felt my heart racing. As busy as it was, women clawing at sales associates to get them their sizes, a young, spunky, beautiful sales associate spotted me through the crowds and approached me with a big smile: "YOU LOOK LOST! What are you looking for".
"Well, I am looking for beautiful platform shoes with only a couple of inches of heels".
"DO NOT INVENT THINGS!" and then in a softer tone she said, "You are in the presence of greatness... take what they offer, give thanks and leave."
She helped me pick the prettiest black Gucci heels, very high, very comfortable, and on sale!
She then handed me to another associate which took the shoes and my credit card to the back and returned with a big Saks bag and my card. I signed the receipt and ran out of there to meet my peeps at our one hour mark.
The next morning we were leaving New York bright and early. I was packing frantically, deliberating on whether items should come on board or be packed in the suitcase. I ceremoniously took the shoe box from the Saks bag, and absent mindedly noticed that the Gucci shoes were packed in a Jimmy Choo's box. I couldn't resist a last peek at my beauties before packing them away in the luggage...
O Holy Mother of God, Giant Yellow Monsters had swallowed my pretty black suede heels whole.
When Mr. Urban inquired about the look of horror upon my face, I could not answer, lest tears roll down my face.
It was too late. The giant yellow shoes were coming to Los Altos, there was no stopping them...
And that my friends is what happens when you are a rookie at shopping. Definitely not something that would have ever happened to my dear grandmother...
p.s. I have looked in amazement at the yellow shoes so much, that they have strangely grown on me. I may even keep them. What do ya think???
Keep the monster yellow shoes!
ReplyDeleteYour little black dress is begging to be worn with these babies. What a statement piece! P.