“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

4 thoughts on ““Returns…”

    1. happycontessa Post author

      Lucy, if you were living in Florida, that will be a consideration, but you live further north than me. It is snowing, for crying out loud. I am praying as hard as I can for someone to come, like my house, make me a good offer and buy it! But now that you mention it, we would be having a blast. Taking fun to the next level. Oh well…maybe in our next life.

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  1. Raylene

    The undisclosed relative in your blog probably would applaud you for being generous with yourself. The undisclosed relative was in the same store today – to Christmas shop – of course ……….. however the personal packages far outweighed the gifts. Consider them rewards for all of the wrapping that has been done in this house – a bonus for Santa’s helper. But it seems that the one item we went looking for an “undisclosed relative” was NOT in the store which means another trip out but probably not tomorrow because we probably be SNOWED in. This is ridiculous! I want the 60’s back – not the decade but the temperatures.

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    1. happycontessa Post author

      Probably I was at the same store, at the same time, but my other me (redhaired ego) didn’t allow me to look at nothing else, except things for self. Other joys of the season! Sorry Ray, but snow is melting, so charge in your beautiful new “preppy boy” car, and let the spending continue.

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