“Returns…”

Yesterday I went to do some shopping for gift giving.  What I didn’t realize at the moment when I got in my car, was that my super ego, with her super red hair got in the back seat also.  She couldn’t wait to get to the store.  But I was oblivious of what was going on.

I walked into the store and went straight to the items I had in mind for a relative, but my peripheral vision caught a sight of a beautiful white sweater that my super ego thought I would look just classic and great in it.  No trying it I thought.  It looks just like me.  With the best intention of continuing with my mission, that it was about others, not about me,  I took one item that was on the list for a relative, but ego decided that I needed one just like it too.  Why to fight the feeling, I thought.   Moving along, I saw the section of the skinny jeans.  I thought, I think I need one in dark blue.  After trying three or four pairs, decided on one that was just perfect for my next trip to Hialeah to visit my mother.  Continuing on the search of a gift for another relative, my red haired ego saw in the Boys Department, a beautiful red sweater that looked that it belonged with those jeans.  I can fit in some of the unisex sweaters in that department.  They are cheaper too than the same designer’s sweaters  in the Women’s Department.  Grabbed that gorgeous red sweater and then became a little anxious because I only had one item in the basket from the intended list of shopping for others.

After finishing, well, not really, I had to leave the store, because I was getting tired of trying things for self, and not focussing on the real purpose of the trip.

Came home and went straight to try the sweaters with the jeans.  I don’t know what happened.  The super red haired ego I think stayed in the store, and I just looked like a sack of old potatoes with shoes on and a wig on top.  Was it the lighting?  Did my stomach went through an increase in size in just a brief moment?  Where was the moronic red haired ego?  I couldn’t believe the difference!  Words cannot describe what went through my mind when I was looking at myself in the mirror.  Who was that?  Where were the goddesses of beauty, good looks and charm.  They went back to their mythological country I think.

Needless to say, I felt as if someone had given me a beating.  Calmly I folded the three items, put them back in the bag and took them away from my sight, so I could analyze the situation.

Today, as fast as I could, I returned the items, but of course, on the way out, managed to get two additional items for my super inflated ego that was waiting for me in the store.

This is the end of this particular odyssey, and there are many more to come, because as you will realize, I only got one item from the list for my relatives.

Ohhhhhh…the blessings and whatever else of the season.

Your Happy Contessa