Style: Vintage Shapes & Strangers at Sprouts
A couple weeks ago I went thrifting. To my, "happy place," as husband and I like to call it. I usually, almost always, am shopping for the girls, but that time I went for myself! I found an amazing spring dress in the most perfect floral pattern. I found a wonderful sun hat that turned out to be... hold your...hat...a Patricia Underwood. GASP! It's a gorgeous sage green color, and the perfect weight for spring/summer. It's a little misshaped on the crown, but I have found a few tutorials on YouTube about using starch spray... Any ideas to get it back in tip-top shape guys?
Oh, and I found THIS totally 80's shapes and primary colors blouse, by Limited, as I was headed to the cash wrap. I didn't even try it on in the store! I saw the print, I saw the condition, the fabric was completely crisp and it still had a dry cleaning tag on it. Oh, and the length is perfect! Covers the tush.
I wore this exact same outfit last Friday on our excursion to Jubilee Coffee on East Colfax too! I am a repeat offender when it comes to outfits I feel good in.
And I want to end with something a stranger said to me at Sprouts. As I was waiting in line to check out, Remy wandered over to the beauty products. She is still within view, and only a few feet away, but to a passerby it could look like she was without an adult. I had eyes on her the entire time. She strolled by, but close enough to tell him, "You have a lot of things in your cart." She initiated conversation and she does this quite often. I love how social my littles are. I hope to continue to instill in them how important it is to be cordial, friendly, aware of their surroundings, personable...polite...He conversed back with her. then he asked me if I babysat the girls. I was confused as "babysat," implied I was a caretaker like a nanny. I said yes, and said I was their mother. He repeated his question. "So you babysit them during the day then?" "Yes, I stay home." He went on to say that he could tell. He said he saw us together by the produce and he saw how I was talking to them, "you were talking to them like they were your friends. That's good. I grew up in an African community where the mothers always yelled. It's good how you talk with them, like you're one of them. Their friend." I was so thankful and appreciative of his kind words, but I assured him that I do my fair share of yelling and that just before we left the house there was a whole quarrel, well light blowout, just to get the shoes on.
I have had terrible moments as a mother in front of strangers in these short three years as a mom. Moments that should be private, like discipline, were made public by strangers forcing themselves into an intimate space between my daughters and I on more than one occasion, Barnes & Noble and a restaurant come to mind. The looks of disapproval on their faces are burned in my memory. The thought that they think I am a certain way with my children ALL the time, is what I was left with, and that breaks my heart, but this man, filled me up again and topped me off. He reminded me that for every BAD mom moment snapped up and captured by a passerby, there might be a many many people witnessing your gleeful, joyful silly moments. Like that time I was pretending to walk on Remy's shoulders with her head bobbling between my legs as we picked out a bushel of cilantro.