On our day off from coaching at Apple Hill, Aurie, Elise, Sally, Iris, and I went to a matinee showing of The Devil Wears Prada. So much fun. The theater was next door to a TJ Maxx, and with our appetite for clothing whetted by the movie, we all agreed that a little shopping was in order.
Most of the people who read this website know me, and most people who know me will agree that I am not a particularly fashion conscious person. I wear concert black, or jeans and a t-shirt. My penchant for comfortable clogs is well documented. I seldom wear any makeup beyond lipstick and some eyeliner, and I wish I was joking when I tell you I get my hair cut an average of twice a year. I'm pretty much oblivious to fashion- but I'm also pretty much always comfortable.
Which is why I cannot believe I now own the following items:
My only defense is that I was utterly intoxicated by the pretty clothing in the movie. I shopped under the influence of influence.
Go see The Devil Wears Prada, but when you do, be warned: after the movie you will have to learn how to walk in stilettos.