Saturday Night Shopping Spree

Hey, listen. I went all over the town, nay, THREE towns, looking for that wrinkle-concealing, chunky gold necklace that my mother wanted for her birthday.

At Macy's, they only had a buncha tacky chunky bead strings and some wisp-thin silver chains, plus a store-brand marcasite encrusted $20.00 watch that I carried around for awhile, possibly arousing the suspicion of the security guards, before unceremoniously replacing it on the tiered table created specifically for Low-End Emergency Gift Jewelry at the finer department stores.

So I went down to Nordstrom's and everything there was widely spaced and affluent enough that I felt white-trashy in just my black low cut shirt (revealing the pinkish, dwindling remains of a between-boob-blemish) and nondescript black shorts, but still I found nothing I deemed to her liking. Can I help it if on the way out of there I dropped in to Payless and found some 1 1/2 inch brown leather heels that fit and that were comfortable and coordinated with my planned outfit for tomorrow AND were on sale? I pretty much had to get those, didn't I?

It occurred to me between malls that perhaps I lacked clarity on just what it was I was seeking, since the major department stores I had visited thus far had only Chunky, Clunky, Sixties Beads, Delicate Rhinestone Affairs Such That Are Worn To Junior High Dances and Tacky Clearance Whodathunkit Whimsy Necklaces to offer. On the way to the car, I discovered an unexpected Sephora which drew me in and forced me to purchase a Stila lip stain just like the one I'd read about and coveted in Domino magazine earlier that very day.

I phoned my sister, who explained that something like a $2000 "omega chain," except not that, was the thing. I asked her what length the necklace should be. She got one of my mom's current, apparently unacceptable necklaces and measured it, and said, "Five inches." I said, "A necklace, not a bracelet, right?" She then asked me if I thought she was on crack. I didn't think that, but was not apparently making myself understood, so I said I would continue looking and make do.

The journey continued on, to a different mall, where, having weighed and measured at least 12 to 15 fragrances at the Sephora and found them wanting, proximity to a L'Occitane shop dictated that I stop there and grab some The Vert (green tea) perfume, due to its long absence from my toilette. Ah, oui! (plus they had some solid green tea perfume too, which I had fervently wished to be created for months, and there it was! So I bought it.)

From here, my thoughtstream went something like this:

"What was my original shopping errand? Oh yeah, the necklace.

Fuck it, I'm going to Target. They always have SOMEthing that will work. Maybe this whole necklace mission was a bad idea from the start.

Does it have to be gold? Here's a chunky clunky silver one. That will have to do."

So I ended up getting my mom a silver approximation of a rumored gold necklace that she wanted for her birthday (well, that and a box of Whitman's, cause she loves those), and myself dozens of dollars' worth of pure-dee nifty items that perfectly matched my desires.

Maybe I need to have some kids or something.


lime said…
thanks for the visit by my place. hope your mom likes her necklace. i love target. they do always have fun stuff there.
Ari said…
No problem, Lime. It was fun. I like trooping around the blogworld more than I like shopping.
Gary said…
Sounds like you had a good time. I guess that's why they call it retail therapy. :)
Ari said…
I had a better time than I rightfully should have, Gary.
Trevor Record said…
Well, I can say that you went to more trouble than I did for my mom's present last year.

On Mother's Day I didn't even get her a card; I just paid for dinner for the family at a restaurant.
Target has the best corporate buyers. Great selection.

Other than Costco, Target is my favorite.
Ari said…
I think the trouble I went to was outweighed by selfishness, though, Trevor.

Target does have some clever buying mofos indeed, LBB.
randommoments said…
Eh, you can't take back kids. Not even with a receipt.

Target $1 sections are the best! Flowery 20 ct napkin packs, ring binded quote-of-the-day books, and obnoxious diamond adjustable plastic rings. Nothing you need but everything you must have.

And I agree -- Payless rules.
Ari said…
Ohh yes. Keep me away from the $1 section until payday, Random!!
defiant goddess said…
You just had to say Target, didn't you? I'm not a big shopper but when I do need something, I'm all about Target, Wal-Mart, and the thrift store. Anyway, I love the new Target jingle so much that I actually wrote their corporate office to tell them so.

*We got that*

I just love that song!

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