sometimes, husbands drive us crazy. a lot of the time, actually.
but every now and then, they do or say something that just makes you weak in the knees, yes?
last week, i made an extravagant purchase.
i was in the Nordstrom Rack in Union Square. finding some respite from the noise and the heat among racks and racks of discount clothing. as you do.
with arms full of Vince and Tory Burch and Theory treasures, i meandered down the shoe aisle on my way to the fitting rooms....which were on the opposite side of the store, but whatever. boxes and boxes of last season's cast-offs were all that appeared to be left in my size.
i caught a flash of twinkling blue sequins from the top row (eye level. thank God in heaven above for my height).
it was a pair of Jimmy Choos. blue sequin peep-toed slingbacks. in my size. 70% off.
i tried them on and had Carrie Bradshaw's version of a Cinderella moment: they fit perfectly.
after walking up and down the aisle for a hot minute, trying unsuccessfully to find something wrong with them, i put them back in the box and beelined for the fitting rooms before i could change my mind.
but they stayed on my mind, those Jimmy Choos. so after i emerged from the fitting room with arms much-less-full, i found my way back to the aisle they were in. picked them up. carried them around (just so no one else would swoop them up...while i was still deciding). put them on again. walked around. was it just me? or were they ridiculously comfortable for sequined slingbacks?
we all know how this story ends.
the Choos are mine.
but how to break the news to the husband?
we had literally just had a conversation about how expensive last month was for us. traveling all over the country climbing mountains and exploring new york city is great for the soul, but the ol' bank account really took a pounding. we had resolved to chill out a bit. take it easy on the the swipes of the credit card for a hot minute. and here i was, wearing that poor Visa out all over again.
so i was slightly nervous sending that text to him in the middle of his workday.
"i have to confess something."
long story short, later that evening when we talked about it, i made sure he knew they were returnable. so if he was REALLY uncomfortable with the idea, i could fix it. then he said to me something i think i will never forget.
(except that i'm paraphrasing. my memory ain't THAT good.)
babe, not everyone gets the opportunity to do what you're doing: fulfill their dream of living in New York City. even if it's just temporary, you're getting to have this incredible experience that you've always wanted to have. i'm glad you're getting to experience the fashion and the food and the public transportation, and i want you to be able to do it to the fullest extent possible. it's like you're living out your own Sex and the City fantasy...didn't Carrie buy some shoes like that or something? this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. you should live it. and besides, i love that you care about your appearance. this may make me sound shallow, but i love that you like to look good. i LIKE when you look good. so carry on.
then my heart melted into a puddle on the floor and i fell in love with him all over again.
every now and then, you just have to brag about your husband.
i mean, i know it's not a contest, but i feel like mine is just nailing it right now. (no pun intended. i'm still in new york.)
it's my last day in new york, and i'm feeling very bittersweet about it. but one thing is for sure...i cannot WAIT to get home to my man.