I’m in New York City for the quickest trip ever, to celebrate my parents’ birthdays with dinners and painting classes and such, but no matter how short the visit Mom and I always seem to manage to locate time for a little shopping.
This time, I asked if she’d come with me to Zara because I’m officially annoyed with 95% of my closet -most of it I just don’t wear, and the stuff I do wear I’ve worn so often that I can practically hear my closet yawning when I pull it out. It’s never a good sign when you put on something – anything – other than a sweatshirt and leggings and your husband looks at you like you’ve just landed from the planet Vogue.
Most of the time when I decide I want to go on a real shopping trip – meaning one that I approach with the goal of finding things I need and want and then actually buying them – I don’t find anything. You know how it works: you get all excited to try on pretty things, and then you lock yourself in the dressing room and discover that your hair looks weird and your skin is a mess and everything you put on your body looks like it was intended for ownership by Gigi Hadid, and all this is totally just because of the mood you’re in but still: you leave wardrobe update-less and grumpy about everything. Mostly your hair. And Gigi Hadid.
Yesterday’s shopping trip was the opposite of that. I handed my daughter an iPhone all loaded up with Endless Numbers and Endless Alphabet (sidenote: parents of 2-5 year olds, buy these they are amazing) and, armed with a purse full of emergency lollipops, I zoomed through Zara. I wanted to buy everything. And so I brought everything into the dressing room, expecting none of it to look good.
And then, at the precise moment when my daughter started noticing that I was doing something that didn’t involve her (and reacting exactly as you’d imagine) I discovered that it all did. ALL OF IT. You have never seen a person with a yelling octopus glued to her leg try on so many things so very quickly.
Octopus notwithstanding, I loved it all…but this is a problem when one has something called a budget. So I narrowed it down. But still: holy spring wardrobe refresh.
(Please be aware that I did not buy all of the pieces pictured below. Just…maybe…like half of them.)
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