There are times when I declare myself a shopping genius and others when I simply embarrass myself.
Hoping for a Labor Day sale at Anthropologie, I convinced Brian to stroll around Reston Town Center with Bennett while I cruised through the store. Making a beeline for the clearance room in the back, I swished and swiped my way through the garments and stumbled upon an adorable, high-waisted pencil skirt.
Ooooooooohhh! This is my size! Blue – nice, denim-ish – nice, belt loops – nice, red stitching – nice… Wait. TEN DOLLARS? Was that an accident?! What happened? Why is this ten dollars? There must be some mistake. I don’t see anything wrong with it. I lose more money sniffing candles and window shopping here than paying ten dollars for a skirt. Must. Try. This. On.
Sure enough. Fit me like a glove, a modest glove.
But would you believe that when this discovery took place, I was actually, literally, ALREADY wearing a denim, high-waisted pencil skirt?
But this one, I explained to Brian, was different. THIS one zipped in the front like jeans instead of in the back. This one had belt loops, whereas mine substituted two decorative buttons in place of belt loops.
Uh, yeah, as different as night and
So I got it. But let’s be honest here. I didn’t get it because I’ve never seen anything like it. I didn’t get it because this was the one piece my wardrobe was lacking. I got it because it was ten dollars at Anthropologie… Like a little gift from above.