Thursday, September 15, 2011

Day One Hundred and Twenty-eight...A Day In The Life Of A Frantic Fashionista

Hi. I have wanted to write about my experience at the Target Missoni Launch. I needed to decompress first though because it was a once in a lifetime experience. I wish I could say it was a fantastic experience. It was not. It was intense, funny, disappointing and poignant. Are all these emotions possible in a 30 minute period? I am telling you...yes, yes, yes!!

I get a text from my pal at 9:25 am the day before the big Missoni Day.. She is a fellow Fashionista. She asked me if I wanted to join her at the Target Missoni Launch at 8:00 the following morning. Hmmmmmm. Sh*t yes I do!! We text back and forth about which Target to go to since there are a million near us in a 15 minute vicinity. I will admit to you my blogging pals that I couldn't sleep all night because I went on-line and saw the Look Book and was salivating over all the clothes, home accessories, shoes...and the list went on and on. I couldn't wait. I awoke extra early (after barely having any shut eye) and got dressed in a proper" I am going to be a Fashionista getting some cute clothes look"....comfy yet chic.

I arrived at 8:01 to find the doors opened and women rushing in with there shopping carts going at full speed to enter Target. I started to run and then when I reached the door to find a gridlock...I panicked. There will be NOTHING for me to buy....and I was right. It was 8:03. These fellow Fashionista's were grabbing everything in sight. They were stealing things from other carts. They had a "I am going to fu*k you to get what I want look in their eyes". I was scared!! I became calm and called my friend on her cell to tell her...I am outta here....and then the I saw her.... she had picked stuff out for me!! Now that is a nice Fashionista!!!

The staff started bringing out boxes from the back and the Fashionista vultures were diving their heads and hands in the boxes to get anything. They stopped caring about what they wanted...THEY HAD TO GET IT ALL. I retreated and waited. My friend calmly got things and piled them into our cart. We eventually found a quiet spot (way hard to do) and started to try on our finds. Cute..but do I need it all? Nope. I got a few things and we left. We decided to go to another Target to see if we could get more!! I found a super cute floral the kids no what matter was mine. Bought that, took 2 pieces back. And then I realized that my "Fashionista cute I am going to get some cute clothes comfy yet chic outfit" was missing it's long sleeveless vest!!! I went back to the original Target. Not there!! Someone took my vest!! I was stunned. How could a fellow Fashionista do that?!? I ended going to a third Target to return everything but the jacket and two candles (one for a birthday gift). What a morning!!! Namaste!!!

Moral of the story: If you have to be a frantic just aint worth it.

Why listen to Wolffiie? Because I get it. After leaving my Missoni crazed morning, I had to go to my oncologist to get my blood work done. I had received a call a few days earlier telling me that my oncologist was no longer going to be practicing in the office. I was overwhelmed with sadness. When I went to get my lab work done, I was hoping to find that he was just taking a little time off and maybe going to another practice. I would follow him to Timbuktu if I had too. When I walked into the waiting room, I had felt a sense of doom. He's wasn't ever coming back. I spoke with a few of the nurses and no one had an answer as to why he was leaving. I spoke with a doctor and he assured me that he was healthy. He said I deserved an explanation and it couldn't be from him. Tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't talk because of the lump in my throat. This man was my doctor, my protector and my friend for 11 years. I felt like the rug had been ripped from beneath me and all I wanted was the warmth back. I am blessed to be cancer free for many years. I am blessed to have had this man as my doctor. I am blessed to have been understood in a time when I couldn't make sense of having cancer and then the fear of it possibly coming back. I wish him peace, health and serenity.

So in the end my blogger pals, I have to ask Missoni the end all be all?!? How quickly can I reply...NOT.

Can you relate? More will be revealed.

Signing off until we meet again. Please come back for more.

In Love and Peace,