I’ve been hiding out lately, have you noticed? Been hiding from the world behind these fab new cheap sunnies. I haven’t been feeling myself; there’s drama in a galaxy near mine; two people in my life I am trying so hard to escape popped up again this week; and the heat and humidity in my ‘hood is oppressive, and that might be understating the situation. For the record, I. HATE. HEAT. So I’ve been reeeeeeealllly cranky lately.
Anyway, crankypants and all, I finally emerged today feeling a wee bit better, especially when I wore this to breakfast and the following occurred:
I’m sitting in IHOP. Dang, is their air con busted or something? I’m sweltering. Like, visibly sweating. I’m contemplating skipping brekky altogether. We’re waiting forever for a table. I’m whinging about the heat and the drama and the unwanted person circling my life. People are coming and going. I decide to shut up and amuse myself with Twitter and my iPhone battery dies. Yeah.
The tiniest, frailest elderly woman starts to shuffle by me with a cane, her equally tiny, frail hubby holding her oxygen tank. (Hmmm. OK, I should be grateful for my current situation, based on that alone.) I’m sitting on a bench to her right, legs crossed. It’s close quarters, and did I mention it’s hot?
She stops and turns to me and slowly asks, ” How high are those heels?”
“I’m guessing about five inches,” I respond. A hint of a smile might be forming on Ms. Crankypants’ face.
She begins to shuffle off. Was that the punchline? I’m thinking, OOOOOOOO.K.
“Well, they are gorgeous,” she says before finally shuffling out the door.
Ms. Crankypants finally feels the heat a little less. She smiles. The Gucci does it every time, she thinks. She eats blintzes and is significantly less insufferable than when she first walked in. She goes home and shoots photos and resumes her role as a personal fashion blogger. But the sunnies stay. The end.
*WVW = What V Wore
$15 sunglasses from a kiosk in the mall, Banana Republic safari shirt, Fossil belt, Kookai skirt, Gucci bamboo platform sandals,
LOFT leather clutch. On fingernails: OPI Louvre Me Louvre Me Not.