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… to Grandmother’s house we go!
My mom is currently on her way to Seattle from Spokane. Tonight we’ve got a packed schedule of walks around Greenlake, home hair highlighting, Trader Joe’s pizza, and a new episode of What Not to Wear. Tomorrow morning we’ll head down to Portland, spend some time downtown, and then head west of Portland to visit my mom’s side of the family… including the newest addition, Maeza Grace Wilson, who my cousin Amy and her husband Brent just adopted from Ethiopia! Ah! So excited!
Also on the agenda for Sunday is to make the long anticipated ORANGE CHOCOLATE CHUNK CAKE! I’ll keep you updated.
Hope you have a great Mother’s Day weekend!
xo,
M
The following is an EPIC tale of shopping good fortune. A tale you will tell your daughters and your daughter’s daughters.
If you know me at all you most likely know this girl loves to shop. I inherited this from my mother. I think I am more like her than I often times think- but am so grateful for the love of color, style, and design she has passed on to me. It enriches every moment of my life.
From a very young age I have LOVED to shop- however, especially when I was young, money was far from abundant. So, to appease my love of clothes and to stay within our tight budget Mama and I would FREQUENT the local Goodwill. Growing up we would take at least weekly trips to “The Will” as we called it. On fancy occasions we would hit up Value Village- but really- it’s overpriced. I have sooo many memories of rummaging through racks and racks of smokey smelling clothes, looking for who knows what, but almost always finding something, “I couldn’t live without” as my mom would would put it.
So, it will come as no surprise that when I moved from Spokane to Seattle for college I was more than delighted to discover Buffalo Exchange. What is Buffalo Exchange you ask? Heaven. That’s what it is. Ok, not really at all, but it does combine so many of my loves. Fashion, trends, a good bargin, and recycling. For those of you who don’t know, Buffalo Exchange is a thrift/cosignment shop of sorts. They buy lightly used, in style, clothing from young hipsters like you and me and sell it at a fraction of the original cost. So, inventory is constantly moving and there is always something new and exciting to buy. And may I mention again the awesome prices? Almost-new designer jeans- $25? Yes, please.
So, let the story begin. About 2 months ago my mom was in town for the weekend and so, as we always do when she comes to visit, went to BE. Sifting through the dress rack I came across the most beautiful find:
It was from Express, it was in great condition, it was $15, it was a quintisential “Megan” dress – muted tones, elegant design, and it was… two sizes too small. None-the-less Mama and I spent a good 20 minutes in the dressing room trying to make it work. There is a wedding I’m singing in in July that it would be PERFECT for. However, our efforts were in vain as we came to realize that my rib cage may never be that small. So, defeated, I put the dress back on the rack and we left BE that day empty handed.
Fast forward 6 weeks. It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I am back at the BE to sell some items. While the too-hip “buyer” as they are called looks over my things to see if any of them are worth anything (always a humbling experience for sure), I meander through the store and once again find myself at the dress rack. While filing through I see the Express dress from several weeks ago. Now, this is strange. BE doesn’t really hold on to inventory like this. You RARELY see the same article of clothing a second time. Especially such a great dress like this one! I pull the dress off the rack, just to look at it again, and then I notice it. This dress has a built in belt. The too-small dress from weeks before did not. I glance at the tag…. OH MY GOSH IT’S MY SIZE!!!! WHAT?!?! Yes, that’s right- it is the SAME EXACT DRESS. IN MY SIZE. WHAT?! This is unheard of! At this point I rush into the dressing room with a huuge grin across my face- try it on- it fits- rush to the counter to buy it and $15 later run outside to call my mom and tell her what had just happened. Really people. I hope you understand the sheer insanity of this event.
So, the dress is currently hanging on my closet door, with all my other dresses- on display as they should be- waiting to be worn.
