Fourth of July weekend my daughters and I were getting ready to hit the beach with our friends. I came out of my room dressed in my bathing suit. Daughter 1:
“Ummm…no, Mom. “
“What?”
“No, Mom, not that bathing suit.”
So I went and put on another suit.
“Ummm… No, Mom.”
“Come on, this one is okay!”
She gets daughter #2.
“Ummm… No, Mom. Not good.”
So I put on my my “newest” suit. I bought it in 2005.
Both daughters. “Okay, Mom. But if you try to wear any of those other ones, all your suits will disappear and you can go to the beach in shorts. We suggest you go bathing suit shopping and buy something made in this century.”
So that was the mission of today. Bathing suit shopping. I was not happy. I don’t need new clothes or bathing suits. I don’t go anywhere worth spending money on. But…. They will both be back here with their friends next weekend and I’d better have a new suit to wear to the beach. So today off I went. I set aside 4 hours to do this deed. And 4 hours is exactly what it took. I started in Marshall’s, the cheapest place. Tried on 10 suits. Struck out. Next hit Victoria’s Secret. Tried on 6 suits. Struck out. I really wanted the same suit I bought back in ’05. In the Cape Cod Mall, what are the chances of finding that? Went to Gap. Tried on four suits. Struck out.
Now my husband calls me – he’s on his way here. He hears dejection in my voice and asks, ” What’s wrong?”.
“Nothing.”
“Okaaaay..”
“No, really, nothing”
I couldn’t let him think that I was that upset over bathing suit shopping while he was battling bridge traffic. We said good bye and I headed for Sears. They carry Lands End, my last hope. I cannot believe it! They carry the exact style I was looking for. I choose one top and matching bottom and another top to go with black bottoms I already have. $98, on sale, 40% off, but I don’t care. I found what will make me and my daughters happy next week on Girl’s Weekend. I go to the cash register. The girl scans this sheet she has. Turns out today is 30% off Lands End sale merchandise. $68 and I have the equivalent of two suits, both my heart’s desire, for less than the retail price of one top of a suit.
I’m happy. I jump in my car and start for home. On the radio I hear bridge is backed up six miles. My husband calls and says forget Seafood Sam’s. He won’t be here until after 8. Awwww…just when my day was looking up. I dejectedly make my way to the grocery store to buy the “cheap chickens” on Friday. I tiredly drive home, and he pulls in behind me. He took the Sagamore instead of the Bourne and arrived at 7 pm.
Seafood Sam’s, fish snacks, Red Socks and chocolate martini’s here we come. I love my life. (Especially Friday nights) It really doesn’t take much to make my day – a bathing suit and some fried fish.
And so, as another day goes by, it really is the little things that make life a big thing, and ….I have written.
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