After my nails were dry, I walked into Dillards and lingerie was right by the entrance. As I sat in the salon, I realised I needed a longer slip. I had a short slip, for the dress, but this skirt is very sheer and really needs a slip. Even sitting in the pedicure chair, I could look down and see my legs easily.
I found the small selection of slips and noticed some floor-length ones. I picked up the leg and it wasn't a slip at all! It was a pants liner! The elusive pants liner! It had three rows of lace, one at the hem and the others a couple of inches above each other. I took one off the rack and held it up to my waist. It was very long.
A woman asked if she could help. I said "no" and then "I do have a question. I've seen pants liners where the bottom comes off easily at the lace. Does this one do that?" She said no, but it could be altered. Instead, I found a slip that was just about the right length ($12.80) and I bought that.
I stepped into the cool, dark, Arizona night and I could hear a herd of teenagers heading toward the mall. My car was between the group and the entrance. There was a mix of boys and girls and they were talking loudly. I was worried for the first time that night but I kept to myself and got to the car about the same time they did. There was no problem, and I returned to my room.
I've been sitting here, writing for the past couple of hours. It is now 11 and I still haven't changed and I want to get out early to meet a woman in Tucson tomorrow!
So I don't know how Saturday went yet, but that will be tomorrow's story.
By the way, I forget if I mentioned it here, or to someone in private, but I'm not very productive when I'm dressed. Tonight, I was. I think Meg is growing up!
Showing posts with label Dillards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dillards. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
More Shopping
Dillards was the focus of my shopping.
As I mentioned, all of my favourites were near the mall entrance. Cosmetics, shoes, lingerie, jewelry. The four food groups, providing a balanced meal for girls and wannabes. I started at cosmetics, but I didn't have my heart in it. I spoke to woman from Chanel about eye shadow. She was helpful but disinterested so I moved on. I knew I could spend an hour and a bundle at a makeup counter. I have graduated from wanting to be accepted to wanting to be enthusiastically accepted, so I passed and moved on.
I looked at shoes briefly. I wasn't sure if I wasn't ready to have someone wait on me hand and (literally) foot or if I wasn't ready to waste someone's time just for my pleasure. My bag was full, my closet was full. Even though I generally wore the same two or three pairs of shoes, I'm not ready to get rid of some to make room for some more. So shoes are on hold.
It's tough to pass on shoes. When they have my size, I want to love them and buy them. So I didn't get started, but I still want to know how much of the above was from the heart and how much was rationalising.
I looked at jewelry. I ignored the cases and looked at the little rotating racks. I was now in "something for Meg" mode, and she wanted to look at everything. In the interest of time (and knowing that I'll be out again to look at other things), I focussed on earrings. It's often hard to find the clip-ons without looking at every pair, so I have a shortcut. Most stores have acrylic racks like the ones here. Instead of looking at the little cards, I look through the rack. I remove a pair if it's really crowded. From the back, it's easy to see which earrings are clip and which are pierced. Then I look at the earrings themselves to see if I like them. Then I look at the price. Then I notice there are seven clip pairs on the rack and I like five of them and I don't want to spend $150 on earrings that I'm not going to wear that much and I spend more time trying to decide which pairs to put back than I did picking them in the first place.
That night, I was a good girl. I had decided that (a) I had been wearing the same earrings and necklace and bracelet the last few times I went out. That was OK, because they were pretty and black and I've been wearing black shoes and black-and-white dresses. That meant it was also an easy fashion match. But tonight, (b) I had a new gold and diamond ~ real diamond! ~ pendant and I wanted different earrings. I found a gold pair I liked and I took them with me. I still had to get panties (remember?) and I stopped and picked up some socks on the way to lingerie. It's been hard to find white print socks lately, and when I saw a variety I added them to my earrings and continued on. I bought three pair. They were labeled 3 for $18 (gold toe, which I like) but they rang up at $4.90 a pair. Score! Girl socks are softer and thinner and they wear out faster than men's socks.
After I paid for everything at the lingerie counter, I asked the cashier for the earrings. I told her I wanted to put them on. She said "what's wrong with the ones you're wearing?" I guess that meant she liked my earrings or she might have said "good. I was tired of looking at those monstrosities." I said "I just bought this necklace and the earrings don't go with it. I put the other earrings onto the now-empty card and asked her to take my picture. Which is here, and you can see the earrings if you click-and-zoom.
As I mentioned, all of my favourites were near the mall entrance. Cosmetics, shoes, lingerie, jewelry. The four food groups, providing a balanced meal for girls and wannabes. I started at cosmetics, but I didn't have my heart in it. I spoke to woman from Chanel about eye shadow. She was helpful but disinterested so I moved on. I knew I could spend an hour and a bundle at a makeup counter. I have graduated from wanting to be accepted to wanting to be enthusiastically accepted, so I passed and moved on.
I looked at shoes briefly. I wasn't sure if I wasn't ready to have someone wait on me hand and (literally) foot or if I wasn't ready to waste someone's time just for my pleasure. My bag was full, my closet was full. Even though I generally wore the same two or three pairs of shoes, I'm not ready to get rid of some to make room for some more. So shoes are on hold.
I looked at jewelry. I ignored the cases and looked at the little rotating racks. I was now in "something for Meg" mode, and she wanted to look at everything. In the interest of time (and knowing that I'll be out again to look at other things), I focussed on earrings. It's often hard to find the clip-ons without looking at every pair, so I have a shortcut. Most stores have acrylic racks like the ones here. Instead of looking at the little cards, I look through the rack. I remove a pair if it's really crowded. From the back, it's easy to see which earrings are clip and which are pierced. Then I look at the earrings themselves to see if I like them. Then I look at the price. Then I notice there are seven clip pairs on the rack and I like five of them and I don't want to spend $150 on earrings that I'm not going to wear that much and I spend more time trying to decide which pairs to put back than I did picking them in the first place.
After I paid for everything at the lingerie counter, I asked the cashier for the earrings. I told her I wanted to put them on. She said "what's wrong with the ones you're wearing?" I guess that meant she liked my earrings or she might have said "good. I was tired of looking at those monstrosities." I said "I just bought this necklace and the earrings don't go with it. I put the other earrings onto the now-empty card and asked her to take my picture. Which is here, and you can see the earrings if you click-and-zoom.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
More Panties!
I know, I wrote No More Panties back in February. It seems like I always forget something when I'm travelling.
It's never anything really important, like my phone or ticket or wig ~ things that would ruin my trip if I forgot them. It's always something though. Maybe it's intentional, so I can justify making lists and other obsessive-compulsive behaviour. (I am considering joining a program to help cure obsessive-compulsive behaviour. It's a five thousand step program. Most of the steps are the same.)
Recently, I forgot my moisturiser. That's easy to rectify but not when you're on a schedule, just out of a shower, and ready to put your makeup on. On my last flight I didn't forget anything, but one pair of socks had a hole large enough to be annoying, so I had to shop for a pair of socks.
This time I just miscounted. MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturday ~ six pairs of panties. Got it.
Except I always take a shower before going out and after returning. I try to cool myself off before going out, since I'm usually sweaty when I'm planning to go out, and I like to get all of the makeup off afterwards. I also hate to put on the same underwear after a shower.
MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayThursdayFridaySaturday ~ one pair short.
The really dumb thing is, it took me a bit of thinking to figure out the obvious solution: I'm about to go to a shopping mall, dressed as a girl. Duh.
At Dillard's, the lingerie was right by the mall entrance. Here, they seem to bury it near the back of the store. In Dallas, they put them by the entrance. Macys had the 'Intimate Apparel' department near the mall entrance as well. Makeup straight ahead, lingerie to the left. Keep the rest of the store. I'm happy.
Generally, I shop in department stores when I don't want to be bothered. The salespeople usually just ignore me, except in specialty departments like cosmetics or jewelry. Here, as I looked for panties, a woman came over and asked if she could help me. I had seen a rack of panties and a counter display, among a sea of bras. I didn't see anything I really loved. Normally, I say "I'm just looking, thank you" in my best barely girl voice. Instead, Meg took over and said "I'm looking for panties. I saw some here and here. Did I miss something?" She seemed apologetic and said, no, that was everything, and we walked over to the rack. She asked what size I was and I said "seven." She asked if I was looking for briefs or hi-cut and she pulled out a couple of sevens she thought I might like. I admit I did enjoy talking woman-to-woman about panties; asking for help was a good decision. I finally found a pair I did like ~ she hovered by my side the whole time. I'll assume she thought I needed assistance because I looked lost. Frugal girl that I am, I found it hard to pick up a single pair of $10 panties when they were three for $25. I found $6 (five for $25) a bit more to my liking, since I felt I was "throwing away" less money. If they had been a familiar brand, one that I knew fit, like my favourite Jockey spandex or Vanity Fair, I might have bought multiple pairs (or maybe not ~ remember: No More Panties!), but they were not. I bought a pair of beige bikinis with a lace waistband. I wore them the next day. And I was so focussed on panties I forgot to ask about pant liners! Or to look to see if they had slips (I have more than I need, but I haven't crossed the No More Slips line yet).
The waist elastic on the panties is very weak. They did not stay in place well. I gave them a C, and will place them in the "not for general wear" bag after they are washed.
*sigh*
Lesson learned: next time, bring enough panties. And buy another one, just to chat with the nice salesladies.
It's never anything really important, like my phone or ticket or wig ~ things that would ruin my trip if I forgot them. It's always something though. Maybe it's intentional, so I can justify making lists and other obsessive-compulsive behaviour. (I am considering joining a program to help cure obsessive-compulsive behaviour. It's a five thousand step program. Most of the steps are the same.)
Recently, I forgot my moisturiser. That's easy to rectify but not when you're on a schedule, just out of a shower, and ready to put your makeup on. On my last flight I didn't forget anything, but one pair of socks had a hole large enough to be annoying, so I had to shop for a pair of socks.
This time I just miscounted. MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturday ~ six pairs of panties. Got it.
Except I always take a shower before going out and after returning. I try to cool myself off before going out, since I'm usually sweaty when I'm planning to go out, and I like to get all of the makeup off afterwards. I also hate to put on the same underwear after a shower.
MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayThursdayFridaySaturday ~ one pair short.
The really dumb thing is, it took me a bit of thinking to figure out the obvious solution: I'm about to go to a shopping mall, dressed as a girl. Duh.
At Dillard's, the lingerie was right by the mall entrance. Here, they seem to bury it near the back of the store. In Dallas, they put them by the entrance. Macys had the 'Intimate Apparel' department near the mall entrance as well. Makeup straight ahead, lingerie to the left. Keep the rest of the store. I'm happy.
Generally, I shop in department stores when I don't want to be bothered. The salespeople usually just ignore me, except in specialty departments like cosmetics or jewelry. Here, as I looked for panties, a woman came over and asked if she could help me. I had seen a rack of panties and a counter display, among a sea of bras. I didn't see anything I really loved. Normally, I say "I'm just looking, thank you" in my best barely girl voice. Instead, Meg took over and said "I'm looking for panties. I saw some here and here. Did I miss something?" She seemed apologetic and said, no, that was everything, and we walked over to the rack. She asked what size I was and I said "seven." She asked if I was looking for briefs or hi-cut and she pulled out a couple of sevens she thought I might like. I admit I did enjoy talking woman-to-woman about panties; asking for help was a good decision. I finally found a pair I did like ~ she hovered by my side the whole time. I'll assume she thought I needed assistance because I looked lost. Frugal girl that I am, I found it hard to pick up a single pair of $10 panties when they were three for $25. I found $6 (five for $25) a bit more to my liking, since I felt I was "throwing away" less money. If they had been a familiar brand, one that I knew fit, like my favourite Jockey spandex or Vanity Fair, I might have bought multiple pairs (or maybe not ~ remember: No More Panties!), but they were not. I bought a pair of beige bikinis with a lace waistband. I wore them the next day. And I was so focussed on panties I forgot to ask about pant liners! Or to look to see if they had slips (I have more than I need, but I haven't crossed the No More Slips line yet).
The waist elastic on the panties is very weak. They did not stay in place well. I gave them a C, and will place them in the "not for general wear" bag after they are washed.
*sigh*
Lesson learned: next time, bring enough panties. And buy another one, just to chat with the nice salesladies.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Life's Little Victories
Not knowing how this evening would come off, I wrote a prelude to it late last night and I'll post that tomorrow.
This is my third post today. Either I have nothing to say or I have too much to say. There is no happy medium. Over the next few days, I'll hopefully have some pictures and vignettes for you to enjoy. I broke one wall and Meg ate out by herself! It was at a food court, but still, it was new. I didn't have lunch today and I really wasn't hungry for dinner, but I wanted to be able to sit down and eat, so I did.
I bought a pricey necklace at Gordon's Jewelers and wore it back to the hotel. Gordon's is really Zales, and I normally eschew those chains but they had two necklaces I liked so I bought one.
I passed on getting my makeup redone. I'm not sure why.
I looked at some clothes but not closely enough to buy anything ~ just closely enough to tell the clerk "no, I'm just looking."
I got a bra fitting at Victoria's Secret.
I bought a pair of panties and some socks and new earrings at Dillards.
I almost didn't go out.
And I'll expand on all of these things over the next few days.
It was great, as usual. And I just had a thought.... If any of you went out for the first time because of something I wrote, I would love to hear about it!
Right now, I feel so good I may go out again, even if it's just to buy a snack at the front desk.
This is my third post today. Either I have nothing to say or I have too much to say. There is no happy medium. Over the next few days, I'll hopefully have some pictures and vignettes for you to enjoy. I broke one wall and Meg ate out by herself! It was at a food court, but still, it was new. I didn't have lunch today and I really wasn't hungry for dinner, but I wanted to be able to sit down and eat, so I did.
I bought a pricey necklace at Gordon's Jewelers and wore it back to the hotel. Gordon's is really Zales, and I normally eschew those chains but they had two necklaces I liked so I bought one.
I passed on getting my makeup redone. I'm not sure why.
I looked at some clothes but not closely enough to buy anything ~ just closely enough to tell the clerk "no, I'm just looking."
I got a bra fitting at Victoria's Secret.
I bought a pair of panties and some socks and new earrings at Dillards.
I almost didn't go out.
And I'll expand on all of these things over the next few days.
It was great, as usual. And I just had a thought.... If any of you went out for the first time because of something I wrote, I would love to hear about it!
Right now, I feel so good I may go out again, even if it's just to buy a snack at the front desk.
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