jeans ~ b. (a resale shop)
sweater ~ Marshalls
shoes ~ Urban Originals
earrings ~ Heartbreaker
i don't know if this says good or bad things about me, but i believe there are a few places i am becoming a regular in our great city.
the other day, i stopped into b. (a resale shop), which is a fabulous local shop. i walked in, and the owner looked at me and asked, "are you a size 8.5?" (why yes, i am.) she then pulled out the most fabulous pair of booties for me to buy. bam, just like that...i didn't even have to shop (although that didn't stop me from buying more, including these awesome camo jeans.)
and maybe even more telling, last week, nora and i, along with our husbands, went to the local bar to do a little karaoke for nora's birthday. when i got up to the mic, one of the waitresses yelled, "love is a battlefield" loudly. yes, she knew what i was going to sing before they even announced it. (unfortunately for everyone, i decided to switch it up for george michael's faith instead.)
i'm sure the people at target and the local thrift stores recognize me, as well, but i can think of worse things than being a regular. in fact, i rather like it.
are you a regular anywhere?