Oh yes, it is one of my favorite days of the year.
It sits high on the list right next to International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Yes, I’m talking about National Margarita Day…. time to go home and enjoy a little bit of ‘that frozen concoction that helps me hang on’… thank you Jimmy Buffett.
From margaritas on tv, and the radio I couldn’t get them out of my mind. Sure I’m going out to eat mexican tomorrow and I could have one then, but no… that just won’t do. You can’t not have a margarita on National Margarita Day!
After work I needed to run a quick errand at the mall. I don’t know when my trips to the makeup counter have ever been quick, but today I thought I could do it.
Sadly, it was not to be. Once again, I got caught up in finding the elusive perfect foundation. The young girl behind the counter told me way more than I needed to know.
I think she may have actually be spouting forth the periodic table of elements included in the makeup, I have no idea. At a certain point I just tuned out because deep down all I really want is someone to tell me ‘this is exactly what you need it will work perfectly for you.
I took off with a few foundation samples in hand, and the eye makeup remover I needed and I was ready to go home and enjoy that delicious tequila infused beverage the day honored today.
As I was heading out the door I felt a magnetic force pulling me toward the handbags. I’ve been on a quest for one the past few weeks and it all started with a bag I saw on a tv show.
I determined that bag was way too big for what I needed but I’m still searching for the holy grail of purses. The idea is to buy one classic purse I absolutely love and use it for the next 10 years.
I started a conversation with one of the sales ladies and she showed me around to all the hobo bags… or so I thought.
After trying them all on to see which ones I liked I was ready to take off. I knew I would know the purse when I saw it, and I wasn’t seeing it.
Then I saw her… hidden behind all the other bags looking so unassuming and shy. I couldn’t resist one more try, I carefully removed the paper inside the bag and gently placed it on my shoulder.
It could have been my Cinderella slipper. It fit like a glove. I swear I heard the hallelujah chorus singing as I stood there with the beautiful Tory Burch bag on my shoulder.
Oh the decisions. I certainly wasn’t prepared to buy myself an investment bag today, all I really planned on doing was having a margarita!
I went back and forth several times. ‘But every 39 year old woman deserves to have an investment bag right?’
‘No you can’t buy yourself this bag, its way too much… you don’t need it’
‘But you could splurge and get yourself an early birthday present?’
‘I thought you were going to Italy for your birthday? Are you going to buy yourself a purse too?’
‘You could spend that same money and do a lot of home improvements’
True to form for me, instead of making a big impulsive purchase I decided to go home and sleep on it. If it’s meant to be, mark my words, I will obsess about it, and I will go back and buy it.