The Zadge had a great weekend running around Denver with her Girl Posse.
Saturday afternoon was spent shopping and lunching with The Zadge’s latest and greatest gal pal, Babe the Builder, the woman responsible for The Zadge’s great kitchen remodel. Saturday night was spent having a fabulous dinner at Duo with The Chilean and her boyfriend, Wayne Gretsky. Sunday was brunch with The Pug Mama, followed by a hot date with Mr. Tennis Ball Machine. (Ok, so he’s not one of the gal pals. He’s not even a “he.”)
Now, there was a time in my late ’20s and early ’30s when I just luuuved clothes shopping. That time is long gone. The Zadge avoids malls and discount big box stores at all costs. But Babe the Builder suggested we check out the new Denver Nordstrom Rack that opened two days earlier and The Zadge, being in desperate need of some new cute tops, agreed.
Apparently, Denver has been dying for a Rack to open, because the store was mobbed. The line to checkout wrapped halfway around the entire store:
That did not stop the Gal Pals from picking up a few items. Why is Babe the Builder laughing?
Because her purchases totaled $140, while The Zadge’s rang in at, gulp, $966. See, the line for the dressing rooms was even longer than the line to check out, so I just decided to buy everything in my cart, try it on at home, and then return what I didn’t like.
We had lunch afterwards at a great little cafe called Vert:
When I got home, I tried everything on and ended up deciding to return almost every single thing the next day (except for some new cute tennis outfits – I do have my second lesson with the Cutie Pro coming up this week, don’t you know!).
Remember when I mentioned my previous shopping
addiction hobby? That included an Imelda Marcos-like obsession with shoes. Very, very expensive shoes. Shoes that cost more than some used cars. It was the heyday of “Sex and The City” afterall.
But luckily for my bank account, I outgrew that foolishness and no longer hunt down the latest Choo, Blahnik and Louboutin pump. (It helps that Denver is a much more casual place than D.C.!)
But when I returned to Nordstrom Rack yesterday to return my stuff, I couldn’t help myself.
I had to buy a pair of shoes.
And then I had to buy a second. I just couldn’t help myself.
They were so cute and the perfect size 6.
What is a 5′ 10″ woman doing wearing a size 6, you ask? She’s not!!
Aren’t they the cutest little things you’ve ever seen?! And don’t they just blow away Manolo, Jimmy and Christian?