I ran out of makeup over the past few days and after resorting to scooping my foundation out of its bottle with a cotton swab this morning I decided it was time to purchase some more. So while I was out running other errands, I ran into my local Saks, thinking they would carry my line of makeup and I wouldn't have to go into a mall.
I saunter in and stroll through the various counters, but don't see my line. Finally I decide to ask the nearest sixty-something sales woman, who looked like a much older version of Karen Walker from Will & Grace, if Saks didn't carry Perscriptives.
You would have thought I asked if they had a crack flophouse in the back for the look she gave me. "Um, no, I don't believe we do."
On the way out I passed an obviously super-rich Prada yuppie in her size-2 jeans carrying a latte in one hand and her fabulous purse in the other. I glowered for an instant until I realized that her fly was wide open.
Renewed, I headed to the nearest mall. "Only foundation. Only foundation," I chant to myself. At the Perscriptives counter I proceed to purchase my foundation... plus two new eye shadows (for the spring season, of course), dual lip gloss, and a blush brush. Nice. I dropped $100 more than I intended there.
Personable Saleslady says, "Hey, did you know they're running a great sale? - %30 off anything that's already on sale." Oh, reeeaaally.
Even more upbeat, I headed to the shoe section. Hey, it was on my way out. Suffice it to say, I just spent ten minutes squirreling away three pairs of beautiful new shoes in places my husband will never notice. All dressy, all heels, all fabulous, all name brands, and all three for $90. Nice.
Needless to say, my inner shoe addict is still rolling on her high, though I am feeling a teensy bit guilty. But hey, my husband lied to me about how much he lost in Vegas, so this can't be worse than that! If it ever comes up, I'm going to blame it on the hormones I'm popping like chickletts.
And by the way, thank you, yuppie chic, for really making my day!