I was shopping at Trader Joes and a young twenty something store employee stopped me, "Mam", she said, (Mam?? is she really talking to me? mam??) "where did you get your cardigan?" (now that's more like it) "LOFT" I answer. And she stares blankly--"you know, Ann Taylor's LOFT?" Still blank. So I instruct her where to find a store, and move along. So I have found my niche-my choice of caridigan color-still cool, my choice of store to purchase it at--only cool to those of us "Mams".
Monday, October 17, 2011
Get out the Map
There is an Indigo Girls song that lyrics just fit--
Get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down, we'll leave the figuring to those we pass on the way out of town . . . . I'm gonna clear my head . . .
And that is just what I did.
Off the grid.
Way off
Like over 3,000 miles worth of Road Trip off.
In just over a week.
I'll explain later.
It was Fantastic.
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