When you last heard from me, it was Wednesday and I was waiting for a pair of red shoes to arrive at my house, a day ahead of an event that was “Red dress or red shoes optional”. I was very excited to have finally found something that would work for me, and paid for express delivery (something I NEVER do), in order to get the shoes early enough to wear around the house for a couple of hours before making the commitment to wear them for six to seven hours on event night.
I checked the UPS tracking on the shoes during the day on Wednesday, and there was no information listed. Well, THAT wasn’t a good sign. I figured it was a fluke, and anticipated their arrival anyway; after all, that’s what I paid for. In the afternoon, the tracking information revealed that though UPS had my order, a sticker hadn’t been generated for it yet. Huh? I figured the system was just behind.
I taught my spin class Wednesday evening and expected that the shoes would be waiting for me when I arrived home. Nope.
Now would be a good time to mention that Michelle, who invited me to go to this event as her guest (AND, by the way, has an uncanny amount of characteristics, habits, and opinions in common with me), had ordered four red dresses online, figuring that one of them would have to work for the party. Her dresses were all coming from the same store and were supposed to arrive on Tuesday. They didn’t. On Wednesday, she found out that the box had been sent elsewhere and was being “rerouted”, and she had no idea if they would get there in time. (They didn’t.)
Checking UPS again, I found nothing new from the afternoon. I called Sears and, after the customer service representative told me basically what I already knew, that they weren’t arriving that day, asked for a refund of the shipping charges I paid. She told me she could refund half of the shipping, since the shoes would be arriving tomorrow. “That’s fair, for now,” I thought.
Later that evening, the status at UPS finally changed:
In the meantime, I decided to go into my closet and pull out my beloved black dress. As I reached towards the far end of the closet for it, my hand grabbed something I completely forgot I owned. (Odd, really, since I don’t have a large closet.) It was a black skirt that I’ve had for nearly ten years, and it’s in excellent condition. The best part? This lovely black skirt has a floral design down one side of it. The flower color? RED.
I was giddy with my discovery, and decided to forgo the black dress this time, choosing instead to wear my long-lost skirt with the red blouse I found at Macy’s on Monday. I figured the red shoes–that would definitely be arriving sometime Thursday–would look pretty nice with this outfit, so I was psyched.
On Thursday, I had to work until 3:00, and then I had to rush home, retrieve J, and take him for a haircut. When I zoomed home from work so that I could try on my shoes before going to the hair salon, I found…no shoes.
My trusty, black dress shoes it would be, then. I was fine with it. This whole ordeal was just way too much drama for me.
After returning from the hair salon (I went ahead and got my hair styled while I was there!) at 4:30, I had all of thirty minutes to get changed, reapply makeup, and leave for the train. Michelle had also emailed me a few pictures of the outfits she was trying to choose from, so my plan was to get her situation taken care of first so she could change and catch her train, and then move on from there. As we pulled up into the driveway, I saw–of course–my shipment on the porch.
“GAH!” I screamed.
I grabbed the package, ran inside the house, and ripped it open so I could try on the shoes. They are awesome: most definitely the most beautiful, hottest, cutest, most unique shoes I’ve ever owned–not saying much since I hate shoes and currently own only about six pairs, but still.
I tried them on, and they slid on just like I was Cinderella. I was skeptical of wearing them all evening though, after just trying them on quickly. I took them upstairs and put them on with my outfit, and my decision was made for me. The length of my skirt covered the ruffle on the shoes. I decided to save the shoes for my LBD, and, well, all’s well that ends well.
I took the train and met Michelle and Lisa in the city, where we caught a cab together. The event was at the Alhambra Palace Restaurant, which was a FANTASTIC venue. The music was loud, the place was hopping, the drinks were, uh, flowing, and the vendors were eager to be checked out. Our first order of business was to get a free five-minute chair massage. Michelle wisely suggested that we do that immediately, before it got too busy. (Go, Michelle!) While we were waiting, we chatted and took pictures. Here’s Michelle, me, Rita, and Lisa (love this picture!):
One of the best things for me about the evening was getting to catch up with so many blogger friends. There are SO MANY bloggers in Chicago, and we see each other regularly at events but we’re usually paying attention to a presentation or involved in activities that don’t allow for much visiting and networking. Last night–though the music was on the loud side for chatting with each other–was different; I saw so many of my old friends as well as newer friends who I’ve been dying to spend some time with, like Meredith of Hoo Dee Hoo (and Mercedes Benz Team GL!):
After a full evening, it was great to have the hour on the train to wind down a bit before going home and crawling into bed. Reflecting on the evening as well as the two weeks beforehand, during which I got caught up in the fashion aspect of it all, I decided that, really, I could’ve worn jeans and a red t-shirt and–though I would’ve been underdressed relative to everyone else–nobody would have cared or noticed much. The fun part didn’t have anything to do with what anyone was wearing. I knew that all along, deep down, but sometimes in life it’s nice to have a refresher course. Lesson learned.
Thanks so much, Michelle, for inviting me!! Mwah!
P.S. After calling Sears today and letting them know that the shoes arrived just before I had to leave for the event and I didn’t get to wear them ahead of time to make sure they’d work, they graciously offered to refund my total shipping charges. I was very pleased, to say the least.
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