Last week I suffered the loss of an amazing friend. The pain I felt/feel from that loss was more intense than I could have ever imagined. I spent days moping around, rarely eating and really just wanting to sleep. My sweet husband decided he needed to try to intervene. He said to me, “Why don’t we take you out and buy you some new clothes? That will make you feel better.” I reminded him how practical I am and that new clothes would probably only make me feel better for a few moments. He insisted that it would help. I remembered my three hundred dollars cash from Christmas that my parents gave me. So I told him, I am not sure that new clothes will make me feel better, but the fact that my husband is willing to take time out of his busy day to take me to a clothing store, (which he hates) will make me feel loved and in turn just might cheer me up.
Since I had not eaten all day and I had a one hundred dollar gift card from P.F. Changs I thought we would start our outing with lunch. We did not let our waitress know that we were in a hurry and by the time we were finished we only had 30 minutes to shop for clothing. So we just went into the boutique next door. Normally when I go into any store I whisk past all of the clothing in the front and head straight to the clearance section. If the sales person asks if they can help I brush them off with an, “I am just looking response.” Instead the straight talking literal side came out of me and I told the women that my husband and I were out shopping for something to cheer me up. Little did I know those words were magical. The next thing I knew I was whisked back to the dressing room and almost every woman in the store was working on bringing me shirts, pants, dresses and I was even offered shoes and accessories.
I tried to enjoy the moment and started trying things on with out my usual looking at the price tag first. I modeled this snake print shirt for my husband and he said he really liked it and that I should get it. I clasped my hands around my mouth and mouthed the words, “One Hundred Dollars” to him. His mouth dropped open and then he smiled. He knew his frugal wife would not buy a one hundred dollar blouse even if she has three hundred dollars cash in her pocket. I started to feel anxiety as I realized that half the store was hard at work trying to find some clothing to cheer me up. So I started looking at the other price tags and the lowest price I found was still more than sixty-nine. This frugal mama was not about to spend that kind of money just to keep the sales lady happy, but she considered it for a moment. I looked at my watch and realized it was almost time to pick up my son from school and for my husband to go to his appointment. I felt bad, the sales lady was counting on a sale, the other ladies had tried to help her fill my dressing room. The exit is in the front and the dressing room is in the back I can not sneak out without her seeing me. 🙂 What do I do? I walked right up to her and explained. Thank you for helping me you are so sweet, but I have to pick up my son from school. She may have been a little bewildered but I am sure she got over it. Moral of the story: A kind gesture means more than a material possession and never tell a sales lady you are looking for something to cheer you up. 🙂
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