Shopping for Rio

What better way to spend a sunny, spring-like weekend in San Diego than…stuck in an airless mall shopping for clothes that are all too small!!!! Rita and I covered some fresh, new relationship territory when we went shopping for HOURS for our trip to Brazil. Should you worry even if your girlfriend promises never to call you that name again???

So let’s describe the Maeve-approach to shopping vs. the Rita-approach to shopping. MY contribution to the weekend was the “Shoe Pavilion” where every day is a “SALE, SALE, SALE”…RITA’s contribution to the weekend was a personal shopper at Nordstrom. If there were ever any doubt at to which one of us was Felix and which one was Oscar…well, who are we kidding – there’s never been any doubt. At one point, Rita suggested we should “wander” over to the couture section, “just to get some ideas”. First of all, the sales lady greeted Rita by NAME, never a good $ign. Second of all, no one ELSE was wearing a ball cap in the Armani section. In about 60 seconds, that sales lady had about $3,000 worth of clothes in a dressing room…aka 4 pieces. One of them was this fabulous, orangish-peach tank shell. I thought it looked sort of South Beach on me…but I was afraid it wasn’t like salsa-dancin’-south-beach, but more like Nathan-Lane-in-Birdcage-south-beach. Don’t worry though, I opted for my mortgage payment instead of the shirt, so I don’t have to stress about that whole Nathan Lane thing after all.

I DID end up buying a new skirt…so who ever guessed “vacation” over “funeral” or “wedding” in the when’s-maeve-ever-gonna-wear-a-skirt-again pool, you win. But now, that’s a blog unto itself…