I thought it was “all about the dress” so why did I go wining and dining and eating at street vendor carts before going shopping for the GH Awards ceremony dress? Because…drum roll please…if I was feeling a bit puffy from the plane ride, plus the yummy food, and I still liked the way the dress looked then it would be a done deal. See there is a method to my madness. : )
Lunch from the vendor outside Macy’s. Anna had some strange sandwich.
The Eggs Benedict, with caviar, from Fred, at Barney’s of NY.
I spent five lovely days in NYC, a place I adore and love to visit as often as possible. My mother-in-law is now 100 years old and is still a dynamo. She loves the theater, eating out, and shopping. Visiting her is always a delight and this time it was doubly so because my daughter was there as well. Even if Anna did make me take the subway twice and the stairs played havoc with my knee. And even if she did drag me to Canal street in the heat of mid afternoon to look for bargains, I forgive her.
Coming home was ick. Delays due to electrical storms made me lose the last connector to Palm Springs Airport where my car awaited me. Fortunately another lady travelling alone was standing in line behind me. We got our heads together, got a connector flight to Ontario, California, an hour or so drive north of PS Airport, hired a driver and split the cost, and they dropped me at 1am (six hours later than my scheduled arrival time) where I climbed into my car and then drove another thirty minutes to get home. Fell into bed at 2am, and of course I woke up at my usual time of 6am. But it’s all good. I’m home now and I’m fine, even though the airline didn’t even give me a meal voucher. Maybe the ticketing agent knew about the farewell Chinese food we had for dinner the night before. Those potstickers were pure heaven.
Now, back to the dress, I didn’t want just any gown. Nope. I know my style. Plus I wanted something that would cover an ugly melanoma scar on my upper arm, and yet I didn’t want a jacket. I couldn’t find what I wanted in California, not for a price I was willing to pay. Most everything I tried on was too prom looking, or too old looking. I’d try on a dress, squint into the mirror and think “mutton dressed as lamb,” or, “I look like my grandmother.” Then the gown would be pulled over my head in a flash, amidst much frowning and a few “WTF are the designer’s thinking?” comments, usually spoken out loud. Then another dress would slide into place, and the entire procedure would be repeated again and again. Sheer torture.
So off I went to the city that never sleeps and hoped for success. We hit all of the big stores first: Saks, Macy’s, and Bloomingdales. I was sniffing out the big sales and steering clear of the designer boutiques. I refused to spend a small fortune for a dress I was certain I would wear once. And we all know about walking through those glass boutique doors and feeling some exquisite fabric and trying on the gown “just for fun” and then finding it fits perfectly, the color flatters, and we have to have it, despite the fact that it will blow our wardrobe budget for a whole year.
We went back to Bloomie’s. With the help of an amazing sales assistant I found a Tadashi Shoji dress that I love and it was 50% off. Now I can’t wait to get the shoes. ; ) Don’t ask why you have to tilt your head to see this dress because I do not know. The important thing is I like it. Oh, and I didn’t have a strapless bra and it was too hot to put on a foundation garment, so if I look lumpy the regular bra strap is tucked into the cup just to give the right effect. Use your imagination. : )
What about you? Are you a shopper? Do you find shopping for special events to be exciting, stress filled, or just a downright chore?
Oh, and do you like my dress?