My Life

Sightings

Never wear white shoes before Memorial Day! I like to consider myself a student of women. In a way I study them. Or possibly I gawk at them, and even more appropriately I stalk them. But let’s not go off on a tangent….

Just last weekend I was meeting an old friend for coffee in a local mall. Ws agreed to meet outside of Nordstrom’s, as they have these lovely coffee places that always have plenty of seats. So I got there, got a cup of tea, and when she was 15 minutes late I re-checked her text to find I was an hour early. I contemplated my options…stay where I was, a nice people watching spot; maybe do a little shopping, but if I bought anything I would need to get to my car…..and then the decision was made for me.

The tables were filling up, and directly across from me a woman came and put her considerable load of stuff down. “Could you watch this for me?” she asked pleasantly.

“Sure” I answered. She was amazing, and possibly hit each and every one of my hot buttons. The outfit was white peep toe pumps (I am sure they are BCBG Girl and I have the same ones), black sheer hose, a white suit with a black silk or georgette blouse. She was blond, with shortish hair. But wait there’s more---really heavy makeup, long pink nails, and so much perfume I could smell her from 8 feet away. Lot’s of gold, including oversize hoop earrings. Pretty tacky to say the least, and of course I loved it.

I made an effort to look nonchalant as she returned. She thanked me and I joked that no one wanted her stuff -- they wanted the table. She laughed and then made it pretty clear that whomever she was texting was more important than engaging in clever repartee with me.

I was enthralled, so of course studied her. Or gawked at her or stalked her—whateva! I know how long doing makeup takes, and while I don’t do it every day, I know that the makeup she wore did not go on in 30 minutes. Amazingly she looked up from texting and evidently at that moment I was not gawking, and she spoke to me “You’re here bright and early” she said with a lip liner lipsticked smile. I explained I was meeting an old colleague whose mother was on death’s door, and she told me how nice I was. Her perfume was Magic Noir --one of my absolute favorites, and of course I am wearing it now.

I could see she was getting ready to go, and I surmised she was working at one of the department stores. But she really was kind of tacky, so I couldn’t figure out which. Then my friend showed up. A hug begot tears and then more tears as I know her mother and spent a lot of time with her. My friend went to get a coffee, and I looked around and black and white makeup woman was gone. And then she tapped me on the shoulder and gave me her card, explained she was at Neiman’s of all places that day, and said to call her the next time I was in the mall and we’d share a coffee. Hmmm.

You know I am never completely sure in these situations what my feelings are. I long for women like this, I want them in an odd way. Yes sexual feelings come up, but at the end of the day what I am most is envious. I am envious that she could look like this at 10:30 on a Saturday morning, and that most likely she always looks like this and it is what she does day in and day out. I couldn’t tell you if she is short or tall, fat or thin at this point, I didn’t notice. And she covered every base—nails, makeup, perfume, clothing, shoes, jewelry. And her card reeks of Magic Noir. Yes I am envious. I realized that this was what I was feeling after seeing Trudy—I didn’t miss her as much as I was envious of her. Call Dr. Freud!

I am certain I will be at that same mall soon.

The Wrong Stockings
See these taupe stockings I am wearing with my yellow dress? They couldn’t be more wrong for this outfit. I think it calls for beige, cinnamon, nude or even white, but not taupe. I love doing this and I do it purposely. I love seeing my stockings, and I want others to as well, and often when wearing the correct stockings, well one just doesn’t see them! Sling backs and reinforced heels emphasize this.

Back in those days when I was out and about all the time, this issue with stockings was always my downfall. I won’t say they ruined my outfits, but they certainly didn’t add to them. I remember once in the now gone G. Fox department store in West Hartford, Connecticut. I had just purchased some Hanes Pantyhose, in the same shade I was wearing, Gentle Brown. My dress was pink, and brown was really the wrong color. A very attractive woman stopped me and asked what brand and shade they were! Evidently she had the same problem.


                                 Musings

Thanks to all of you who have emailed about the situation in Boston. I was very, very close to the spot where one of the bombs went off in an apartment owned by a friend of a friend.. I have been interviewed a few times by authorities. But I really cannot talk about it, and I may never, forgive me please…..Christina Aguilera lost weight! I don’t care-- fat or then I think she’s sexy….I have some new Anna Sui perfume I really like. It is too bad the brand didn’t take off in the US….Red Sox are in first place-- hah!

Shopping

EBay

EBay has gone through phases. In the beginning one could find amazing things, indeed many of my foundations came from EBay, and I was on a first name basis with many vendors. One woman actually came to my house to show me stuff, insisting she meet me dressed and that I try them on. But I digress…I kind of stopped using EBay as a source. Yes I still looked and bought, but because of EBay vendors knew what stuff was worth. Look up Hanes 415 stockings and see people asking $100 for one pair if you doubt me.

I think they are in another phase now, a better one. The fact that there is just so much stuff means there will be bargains, and the yellow floral dress here, new with tags, was only $9.99 with free shipping. If you are like me and you moved on, look again. But be patient.

Leg Crossing

A while back on my site I did a pieces about all the things real gals do better then us part time gals. I will be doing this again here on my blog, but for now I must say that no matter how complete and fantastic the transformation is, we just can’t get the leg crossing right. I see all the pictures and we never look comfortable or normal when our legs are crossed. I think it is because we need to think about it, and real gals don’t. Look for yourself some time, I think you’ll agree.