A few weeks ago I participated in a children's consignment event. I don't make a ton of money from this event, but I do make enough to treat myself. This time around, I wanted to put that money towards revamping my wardrobe.
I took my daughter with me to the mall. We walked around New York and Co. for what seemed like forever, wishing I had more money to spend. I finally chose three shirts - 2 tees that I instantly fell i love with and a dark purple, dressier shirt my daughter convinced me to buy. She swore up and down I look good in purple.
By the end of the week, I had also added a few pairs of shoes to my collection - 2 pairs of flats, cute and comfy tennis shoes, and those lovely boots you see in that picture.
Over the past weekend, my mom invited me to join her and my Grandma for some thrift store shopping. I was still on a high from my previous purchases, and I was hoping to find something else that would help improve my wardrobe. After much searching, I did manage to find a few nice shirts. I decided one of them would look nice under a black sweater or jacket. I walked towards the racks of jackets, where my high spirits were immediately crushed.
A tiny, old woman also browsing the jackets began to point and scream at me.
"Look! Look, Mildred! Here's a big woman"
Over and over she screamed, waving her bony finger in my face.
Mildred finally turned around to see what her friend was shouting about. Mildred was pulling tanks and lingerie off the rack to my right. She thought her friend was talking about clothes. Realizing Mildred didn't know what (or who) she was talking about, another round of pointing and screaming about the big woman began.
As you probably noticed in that picture above, I am not a big woman. But just because I'm little, doesn't mean I always like it. I was so excited over finding clothes that fit my body and here comes this little old woman to mock me. I was mortified! Everything in the store seemed to disappear and a spotlight was shining on me. All I wanted to do was run away, but my feet wouldn't move. My legs forgot how to move and my feet were blocks of ice.
Mildred finally caught on. "What are you talking about?! She's an itty bitty thing!"
And just like that, my feet thawed.
And yes, I went running back to my mom.