Bliss is a one dollar skirt

I have to tell you this story cuz it cracks me up.  About four months ago I saw a skirt in the mall here that was actually cute.  I made a big deal about it even though I’m not a skirt person.  It was the first piece of clothing in this neck of the woods that didn’t seem matronly.  But alas, it was a display skirt on a mannequin at a kiosk and the girl working there said, “I think it’s from Down East Outfitters but I don’t know.”

So I went to the store she said and they told me they don’t have denim skirts.  For weeks I’d walk in there and ask for the denim mini-skirt with pleats and off-center pockets and they’d look at me like I was stupid.  Finally, I gave up.

This morning I was shopping with Tia-Bobia when she came rushing across the store with a huge grin and shoved the skirt into my arms. “It’s the last one and it’s in your size!” We did a foolish happy dance and I can’t believe I hugged her over a skirt – ME! Athena! The chick who absolutely hates to shop… acted like a total girly girl.

We ran to the counter because there wasn’t a tag and it rang up at – get this – one dollar.

Now, although I only shop when I’m forced to because my ass has fallen out of my jeans or my bra is letting my breasts droop I shop when I have to or for shoes to make me feel better – Yet today, I had one of my first moments of shopping bliss.

Bliss. Over a stupid one dollar skirt. I can’t explain it.  This is so foreign.  I shop for accessories and shoes when I’m depressed and I usually feel better for a few days then take them back – but this kind of euphoria is completely unreasonable to me.  It feels like I won the lottery.

As she was putting the skirt in the bag I was giggling like a ridiculous idiot when the clerk casually said, “Oh, by the way, we don’t have the equipment to take the anti-theft device off, so you need to take it across town to the other Outfitters and show your receipt and they’ll take the tag off for you.”

I’m still laughing.