Shopping after work is never a good idea. In fact, there should be warning signs posted in the parking garage: "WARNING: tired professionals may find it difficult saying no to the tag." Okay, so maybe it's not that bad, but it certainly isn't the smartest way to solve work frustrations! Regardless, I found myself in Nordstrom last night, sliding hangar after hangar across racks in search of the perfect dress. NES (that's where I work) has its annual birthday party tonight to celebrate its existence (yes, I too find it a tad bit strange). This cocktail party involves dinner, a Vegas magic show, live music, and lots and lots of expensive prizes. It's fun, but I have officially run out of cocktail dresses now that I've worked here for two years. So to Nordy's I went.
I started the adventure by doing something my mom taught us girls. Pray. You may think that's odd--praying for a dress, but it says God cares about all things--great or small. And He answered. I made camp in the dressing room and tried on a dozen dresses. It wasn't until I slipped on the very last one that I knew this was it. With Felicia's help, the Nordstrom attendant, I was in and out of there in less than thirty minutes. It was then on to shoes. The gentleman there was most helpful, and with a few trips around the department to make sure I could last in four inch pumps for five hours, I had my pick. Would you believe I was home in an hour? Believe it! Thank you, Lord, for caring for the small things!
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