Mom and I went to a movie and out to eat yesterday. Dad’s gone fishing for the Labor Day weekend so mom and I decided we would jam in as many movies as we can over the weekend. Seems movie promoters don’t think Labor Day weekend is a good time to premier new movies. The only premier this weekend is The Debt. Our movie wish list is about ten long and NONE of them are starting this weekend.
Retailers think it is a grand time for a sale however. Mom decided she wanted a fall/winter purse so we tacked purse shopping on the front of dinner and a movie. This summer I have carried a butter yellow bag, as I interpret it as a “splash of color” from Stacie on What Not to Wear. Yellow is not a normal color for me and therefore, it complements my wardrobe as a “splash of color.” Mom wants a splash of color, too.
We went to Charming Charlie’s at Shadow Lake. Gals, if you haven’t been it is a must. Total eye candy color palettes of purses, scarves, jewelry and a few togs and shoes. Divine. Mom and I ambled in and around all the displays and what we determined to be mom’s splash of color didn’t seem to come in the right hue at Charlie’s. Or maybe it did but we didn’t like the style. Very disappointing. Mother and I are easy shopping marks, yet there was no score at Charlie’s.
That wore us both out – mom from her bad back and walking; me from not being able to even force a purchase…I needed a glass of wine. We proceeded to the restaurant early to wait for our dates, Joyce and her friend Mary Jo.
Joyce is my mom’s best friend from college. Mom fixed Joyce up on a date with my dad’s best friend Ted. Joyce and Ted married, had four girls and we had the best time growing up together – the parents and the kids. If they would have had a boy, I’m pretty sure he would have been my first husband.
Joycey (aka Juice or Juicely) sat next to me in the booth and Mary Jo next to mom. The best thing about a girl’s night out is that there is no behaving. We all ordered whatever we wanted off the menu…with dessert to go. Our conversation was lively…catching up on everything and everyone…while I noticed Joyce’s freshly coiffed hair had a twig or something stuck in it. I carefully, without wanting to be noticed, tried to pull the twig from her hair. I didn’t want to embarrass Joyce.
It seemed to be a bit stuck…maybe by hairspray. So I tried again from the other end of the twig to see if it would loosen. Joyce swatted at her hair as if a fly was bothering her yet continued listening to Mary Jo talking about the Bells musical group they both play in at church. Now being nearly my second mom, I could have just mentioned it to Joyce but still did not want to embarrass her so tried one more time with a swift and quick yank.
“OUCH!” she yelled turning to me wondering what the heck I was doing to her.
With my down-turned mouth and raised eyebrows I meekly stated that she had a twig in her hair.
“That twig, Lori Jo, happens to be a hair fashion feather. I actually have two of them and they have been anchored in my hair by a bead since June.”
“Oh! Really? I’m so sorry……now that you’ve explained, I see it. Nice, hip fashion statement Joycey!”
“Thank you, I copied it from Stephen Tyler.”
American Idol, if you don’t know this already, you are also influencing fashion for the age 70+ group.
When we got home mom decided she wanted to shop on line for her splash of color purse. For those who do not know my mother, she has a different outfit for every day complete with jewelry and shoes. She is a multicolored fashion statement who, like me, trends to blues, greens, and purples because we still believe in the Seasonal color palettes of old. We are both Winters. She decided her splash of color should be red. Well she shopped on line for a while before yelling for me to come and see what she had chosen. Is was a navy purse, with a big flower in the front and little dashes of colors all over it.
“Mom? I thought you wanted red?”
“There’s a bit of red on it.”
“Well, it’s not really a splash of color, this purse is more like an entirely new conversation.”
She’s still looking….
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