Alas, as hot as her thighs are, this did not quite do the trick and she was forced to leave the bar on the sunny dash board while she perused the fashions in the first thrift shop. She emerged half an hour later with two skirts and an even bigger hunger. She ate two Clif Bars. She is not endorsing Clif Bars. They happen to be her son's favourite and so she had some on hand. She does, however highly recommend the peanut butter one and if Clif is looking for a spokesmodel she is available.
On to more shops where she tried on many skirts and blouses and pondered unusual purses which she did not need and tried on some boots that pinched. She gleefully scooped up a brand new, labels still attached, leather jacket and fear not, she even paid for it. Then her shoe broke. The strap broke off the shoe and rendered the shoe most difficult to keep on her foot. This was a perplexing problem because she liked these shoes, but they were old and they were cheap so really even if they could be repaired, which she doubted, it would not be worth it. But alas the thrift shop had not offered up any suitable shoes and those boots really did pinch.
She paid for her selections and, gripping her shoe with her toes to keep it from flying off with each step, she made her way back to her car imagining the swoons of rapture from her new blogging friends when she showed off her purchases. What did our intrepid super model do next, dear reader? Well she drove to the shoe store, of course. Alas, there were no shoes resembling any such as she dreamed about and the store seemed to have suddenly decided to specialize in wide width, which would fall off her foot just as readily as any broken shoe. Then she spotted the boots. Ah boots, how they warm the cockles of her heart. She likes that word cockles and hopes that it isn't rude because she thinks sometimes her mother reads her blog. Better yet, the boots were on sale. And goodness me, vanity sizing seems to have extended to footwear now and she fit into a size she hasn't worn since she was eleven. How delightful.
Our tired but satisfied super model wore those new boots out of the store. She paid for them of course. She is a very honest and law abiding super model. When she got home that day, she looked rather different from how she'd looked when she left. In fact she looked like this.
Disclaimer: As a fledgling, sometime style blogger, I realise I am expected to list the make and source of my garments. Hah! Well I will try my best but really, you will laugh.
Boots-ZigiSoho (I know, I've never heard of them either but they are real leather and were on sale and I like them.); tights-who knows, they will have been in a bargain bin and marked 'tall'; skirt-Reitman's brand (thrifted); tee shirt-Warehouse One; sweater-no label (thrifted); hat-Winners; vest-Woolrich (local boutique Sylvie's)...it's a bit too big-needs to be altered, might be worth it; belts-Target; shoes-they are old and they broke. Who cares?
earrings which you can't even see-gift
See, it really wasn't worth knowing all that, was it?