Friday, November 19, 2010

A Bushel And A Peck And Two Bags

This is the magnificence of life: just as the last leaf drops and the skeletal trees begin to shiver and my brain shifts into its seasonal "Winter-is-a-long-time-with-three-little-kids-and-lake-effect-snow" mode, a surprise sweeps through like a Nor'easter.

A few weeks ago I won this contest. It was the funniest thing, because I am not prone to entering contests. I had read her post - I read them all, but I didn't comment, because I tend to feel that someone else might need a surprise more than I do. Days later, for reasons I cannot recall, I found myself reading that post again, only the second time around, I just felt so proud of my friend. I imagined what it might be like to create something with your own heart and hands and launch it into the world. I wanted to support her and encourage her, and at that moment, my comment did not feel like tossing my hat into the ring. It felt more like a high-five.

And then...I won.

Who would've thought that 208 was such a lucky number?

I first met my friend Jeanne back when I bought this skirt. Sister Friend has style to beat the band. She's generous and goofy. She inspires me out of my sweatpants. She is genuine and understands to her core the particular magic of a gift.

I spent the entire day of my win with a tab opened to her shop. I pretend shopped. I waffled. I lurched from practical to extravagant and landed somewhere right in the middle. Two bags strike me as perfectly, extravagantly practical, wouldn't you agree?

Truth be told, I felt a little odd, choosing pretty things for myself, for free. It was unfamiliar territory, but I pushed through.

A couple of days ago, I received a box fulla swoonery.

Glory hallelujah, did I ever put that bag on.

Oooh, and the necklace. I want to marry the necklace.

I grocery shopped in style, yes I did.
I found reasons to rummage around in the bag.

And there's a whole 'nother bag, up in my boudoir.
2 bags, I'm saying.
Two.

Incidentally, the boots were not from Jeanne, but it only seemed fitting to shine the spotlight on them, too.

Thank you, JB.

I'm sorry for telling you all of the time that I want to steal your clothes/you're lucky I don't live closer or I might stalk you/etc.

I feel sorta bad for all of that, considering.