I'd heard about this mythic power that Kagead had with respect to shopping. In fact, Gilly just did a post about it, and several people mentioned it in her feature on the Boob's blog - I was thinking that maybe if I rubbed myself all over her while we were in Chicago perhaps some of that mojo would rub off on me... I mean, hey, it might be fun and it can't hurt, right?
Flash forward to yesterday and I go in search of a Marshall's cuz I've never, ever been inside one before I all these people I know and love from far and wide and right here in my home town all swear by it - so off I go and I really need something to wear with the actual skirt I happened to be wearing to work yesterday - a cute little orange number. (and yes, here's another example of me the redhead wearing orange). But anyway I'm looking around and I stumble upon these cute little brown boots. They don't even have a zipper or anything - I mean seriously - there's no way on God's green earth that they could possibly fit over my voluptuous calves (you can totally use voluptuous to describe calves) but then I hear it. It starts off as a whisper... try them on... go ahead... give it a try.... they will fit... the force is with you... I may have made up that last part, but I swear the rest is totally true. I'm looking all around, I mean - seriously what crazy fool is whispering about the force in the middle of the day? But this voice is persistent. And oddly it sounds like Gilly - but I think that's just because I've never actually heard Kagead's voice before.
Anyway - I'm sick and fucking tired of this voice by about the 15th time it goes through it's little number so I finally decide to go ahead and try them on if only to shut it the fuck up. And holy shit, they fit.
And then to make matters even better - I come across these short little things. I don't know why I love them so, but I do.