April 13, 2011
The Night of Friends and Fashion
I thought that the women in my neighborhood didn't like me. I've never been invited on one of their morning power walks, nor has anyone offered me a puff of the cigarette that they all share after their walk is done.
As it turns out, I had it all wrong. Today I found an invitation in my mailbox for "a night of friends and fashion."
The only thing in the world that I imagine being more enjoyable than shopping for clothes is shopping for clothes in a stranger's living room. The invitation describes it as "the ultimate shopping experience." I can see why.
"What are you going to tell them?" my husband wanted to know. If he had it his way, we would role play the conversation that I'm going to have with the ladies tomorrow. My husband is worried (unnecessarily) that I might say something insensitive and rude.
"It's funny how they suddenly want to be my friend when they have something to sell," I observed.
One of the ladies smiled encouragingly at me at the bus stop this afternoon.
"Don't say that," my husband advised.
I'm half tempted to go to the party. Perhaps in sweat pants. I would seriously consider it if I felt confident in my ability to talk my neighbors into buying matching outfits.
That is pretty much my dream.