I learned from Shirley that today was Global Running Day. The holiday was new to me, but according to the Global Running Day website, it is "a day for people around the world to celebrate the joys of running." To participate, all you had to do is take part in some type of running activity. Shirley changed up the requirements by substituting a nice brisk walk. Reading her post, I realized that based on her standards I had celebrated too.
Today I had some jobs that took me to the Central West End, a beautiful old neighborhood that has a nice mix of restaurants, retail, and stately mansions dating back to the early 1900s. After I parked my car (at the parking garage of a historic hotel) I walked down the street, people watching and admiring the elegant clothes featured in the boutique windows I passed. The weather was beautiful--in the high 70s, with a sunny sky and low humidity.
In one of the stores I stopped to try on the most beautiful shirt I had ever seen. It was pale striped rayon crepe with a high-low hem which hit me at just the right place in the front and the back. The front had a half placket with delicate-looking buttons. The back was gathered at the bottom of the yoke and draped just right. The long sleeves were just right for rolling up or leaving down. The only downside was the cost...the shirt was definitely selling for a designer boutique price. More than I've ever spent for an item of everyday clothing.
Of course the sales associate told me the shirt looked fantastic on me, and went out of her way to highlight all the ways I could wear it. It could be dressy! It could be casual! It would look great with a tank under it when the weather got cool! She threw so many suggestions at me that they started to make sense, and I decided to throw my budget to the wind and buy the shirt. The sales associate followed me to the cash register, where she rung up my purchase, wrapped it in tissue paper secured with a fancy sticker, and placed it in a tote bag. On my way out the door she said she was confident I would love the shirt.
As soon as I left the store I started regretting my purchase. I spent twenty minutes walking up and down the tree-lined streets pondering what I should do. On the one hand, the shirt was very versatile. But did I really want to be seen wearing the same thing at every event? For the money I had spent I could buy three or four nice non-designer shirts. Eventually I took the shirt out of the bag to see it again, then lifted up the bottom hem to look at the care label (something I had neglected to do in the store) and learned that this shirt was Dry Clean Only.
That sealed my decision. I backtracked to the store, and told the sales associate I didn't want to be 'that woman' but I would be returning the purchase I had just made. She was nice enough to say she understood, but I still felt bad. The only positive on my end was the almost 7,500 steps I got.
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