Leopard Print Cardigans! Waistbands! Mimi!

10 Sep

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I survived my first sample sale today, which is to say I bought two sequined dresses, one leather mini skirt and a hooded Yeti sweater vest for less than you spent on lunch and goodness does it feel good.

I’m already thinking about those sequins.  The striped shift dress of course, and the blue number, the one people said, “Oh that would be a great dress for New Year’s.” I’m thinking how I’ve never in my life had a New Year’s Eve plan that required a sequined dress, and maybe never will.

I’m thinking that if I pair the blue masterpiece with the right flannel and ankle boots I can probably make that it an everyday sort of outfit.

The thing about my place of employment is everyone is chic.  I suppose that comes with the territory of working for a fashion company (as do sample sales and clothing discounts), but I’m always a little taken aback.

Like, oh.  We wear jumpsuits and lace-up heels and mini skirts and chunky platforms to work…and then sit in a desk all day.

No one sees us, but we’re wearing 54 bangles and we’re looking fabulous.

An “off day” is a day with a neutral lipstick.

It’s quite a thing.  I almost feel like I’m back in London, where the streets are paved with black-tighted girls looking European and fabulous and I’m the American bumpkin straight from the hills of Utah a little too tired to care enough to change anything.

Also.

There was this cardigan at the sample sale.  This beautiful, long, leopard print cardigan that hit me in all the right places, and I had to decide, you see.  I got to buy one thing at 1:00 with my team, and then at 4:00 it was doors open, free-for-all. At 1:05, in a moment of panic, I went with the striped shift dress and hid the cardigan at the bottom of a pile of pleather leggings.  It was an impulse, and a risky one, but I felt confident in it, and to solidify my decision I sent a silent prayer to the fashion goddesses to protect my love.

Apparently the goddesses didn’t hear my cry. The perfect cardigan was gone when I returned.

So were the pleather leggings.

I was considering allowing pants to make a comeback in my closet because of those things and who knows when I’ll be feeling that generous again.  I can only assume the missing leggings were a sign that I never need a waistband.

Ever again.

I’m also going to go ahead and assume the missing cardigan was a punishment for something in my youth or childhood and its existence and subsequent loss will become a story I tell my grandkids.

“Listen up, people.  I almost had the perfect cardigan once,” I’ll say, pain in every syllable.  “It was glamorous and casual all in one, and won’t you believe it was as soft as the day is long.”

No Mimi!” they’ll moan. “Not this story again!”

“YES,” I’ll boom, carrying on bravely through the hurt.

“Yes this story again. Yes this story every day.  Yes, yes, yes leopard print cardigans!” I’ll roar.

Ugh I sort of can’t wait.

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4 Responses to “Leopard Print Cardigans! Waistbands! Mimi!”

  1. chelsea September 10, 2014 at 8:32 am #

    I vote you wear the sequined dress this NYE no matter what you do!

  2. Linnea September 10, 2014 at 8:43 am #

    I’ve always wanted a NYE that would require sequins. Always.

  3. Caroline L. September 10, 2014 at 12:52 pm #

    Well now you see I have a special pair of sequined sweatpants I reserve for NYE 😉

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