On the eve of one of the BIGGEST days of my life, I’d like to give thanks to my family, my husband, my friends and my coworkers, who I know will graciously hold back their eye rolls as I waltz on cloud nine. Yes, shrieks are sure to be frequent as I prepare to enter this new chapter. And most definitely, I will be talking about it most of the day and those tol follow until the newness wears off. So again, thank you all for your shared joy and enthusiasm.
Tomorrow JCrew opens the doors to its newest store—located on the same block as my condo.
In just a few short hours, and until I breath my last breath as a resident of Penn Quarter, starting at 10 a.m. each day I will have the luxury of walking out my backdoor and directly (well, directly into the alley, a sharp left turn and then about another 20 feet) into the house that God built. The Mecca where greatness is dressed.
My dreams have finally materialized and I am near to discovering pure bliss.
Gone are the days when I have nothing to wear. So too are the times when standing between me that boldly patterned skirt, clearly necessary to sustaining my existence, are bridges and tunnels, or buses or even the bane of my existence, UPS.
You may think that I am extremely materialistic--which may be a correct judgment--or vapid--which I assure you I am not--but my relationship with Jcrew is one that has stood the test of time. When I was living through the horror of adolescence and my boney ass, awkwardly lankly build had me nearing self-consciousness, JCrew was there to rescue me providing tasteful clothing that fit (though I can’t slight my mama for understanding and financing my confindence). When I feared entering the professional world meant trading in color for drab suit jackets, JCrew assured me that mature doesn’t have to be boring. When I needed that perfect dress for, well, any event in my life, JCrew did not did not let me down. And when I really wanted those matchstick neon jeans, JCrew did not lie and tell me they were flattering and belonged in my closet.
Through my many phases, addresses and attitudes, JCrew has stood by and never failed. Already a confidant, cheerleader and enabler, tomorrow my dear old pal gains another title—neighbor.
Now if Dusty would just agree with me that I should get a part time job…