Today after school, I took Dani shopping for a dress. She's been invited to her first high school formal this weekend, and the girl.needed.a.dress.
Clothes shopping is usually not high on Dani's list of "fun things to do." She's like me in that way. It takes LOTS of trying-on before either of us can ever find something that's cut for our disproportionate bodies. It's not a happy thing.
So imagine our pure delight when the very first dress she tried on was PERFECT! Oh my. It made me wanna weep. The cut was perfect and SO flattering. She was beaming. We couldn't believe it.
After our shopping spree, we treated ourselves to Starbucks. Dani had a decaf coffee with caramel, and I had a fully-leaded Mocha Frap. We both got Talls. (Starbucks speak for "small".) Dani, who is mortified to still be only 4'11" at the ripe old age of almost-15, quipped, "Hey. I just thought of something. In Starbucks' world, I'm tall!" heh heh heh.
Sitting on our table was a stack of coasters. I picked them up and began looking through them. They each bore a different word and definition - promotional coasters for the upcoming movie "Akeelah and the Bee". I squealed out loud when I came across this one:
This word is especially meaningful to me because of this blog entry. (See Darren's comment.) I had to ask him what the word meant that day. Today when I saw it at Starbucks, I KNEW. I slipped two into my purse and will use them in my scrapbook. (Probably my Book of Me.)
Before we left, I saw a bunch of promotional magnets on the back of the cash register. I picked up "pulchritude" and asked, "Is there any way you'll let me buy this?" The young girl said, "I'm sorry, no. They're promotional items. I can write your name down, though, and maybe when the promotion ends...". Then she paused, leaned closer, and said, "Hold on. I think I have an extra set."
Thirty seconds later, she returned, handed me a pack of the magnets, and said, "SHHHH. Don't tell ANYone." Again, I squealed. Out loud. I probably would've jumped over the counter and kissed her on the cheek if it wouldn't have mortified my daughter.
The magnet is now showcased front and center on my magnetic board in my office. It'll be a good reminder that I'm beautiful - at least in eyes of the man who matters most.
I LOVE days like this, when everything just goes right. LITTLE things, yes. But I'll scrapbook 'em just the same.