My son took me shopping today to a store called Boomerang. \u00a0It’s near Westport. \u00a0I think it’s called Boomerang because it implodes you back in time. \u00a0Nathan told me it was sort of a costume store. \u00a0I was unprepared. Boomerang has clothes and household things from back in the good ole days. \u00a0I was walking into the most unique costume – thrift store ever.<\/p>\n
We entered the store and I nearly fell to my knees in worship. Here, before my cowgirl eyes, were floor to ceiling shelves filled with used cowboy boots! \u00a0After determining that I wasn’t having a heart attack, my son requested permission to continue into the store while I continued to stunned-stare at the cowboy boots. \u00a0After a few moments of worship, I determined that all boots were men’s boots. \u00a0I didn’t see any women’s boots, but it took me a while before my brain could be that analytic.<\/p>\n
The boots were shelved on my left. \u00a0After about 5 minutes of boot gazing, I was able to wrench my gaze from the left to the right where I discovered two racks \u00a0of about 50 “ugliest Christmas sweater” candidates. \u00a0I lovingly touched many of them, trying to find the prettiest ugliest sweater in my size. \u00a0I was too overcome to consider trying on one of these fine examples of American worst Christmas fashion. \u00a0I had barely entered the store and was emotionally on my knees in wonder. The sweaters were tagged about $20. Finally, I was able to continue walk into into the store.<\/p>\n
Stumbling around with the sights that awaited me, I found a woman’s dressy leopard hat, and a fine leopard pimp outfit and leopard window curtains. \u00a0Again, I was overcome. \u00a0Leopard is my favorite color. \u00a0The pimp outfit was a leopard cape and leopard pants. \u00a0The pimp outfits were not for sale. They were rental outfits. \u00a0Oh the temptation!<\/p>\n
Another row of clothing had about 10 fur coats and the one I looked at also included a matching fur muff. When was the last time you saw anyone wearing a fur coat? \u00a0They are totally socially “illegal” . \u00a0Cost was a mere $400 plus for the coat with the matching muff. \u00a0Good Gad! \u00a0If I were rich, I would have immediately taken out my checkbook and bought it…and worn it as pajamas. \u00a0Where would you wear a fur coat in this day and age! \u00a0I can imagine me wearing the fur coat around the house and sleeping in it. \u00a0sigh<\/p>\n
I was able to tear myself away from fur row and came to a row marked 60’s. \u00a0This was about 100 or so 1960 style women’s dresses. \u00a0Oh my! \u00a0Let’s return to my teenage years, but I’m certain my body never wore clothes like that. \u00a0There were some Jackie Kennedy dresses in this clothes rack. \u00a0Oh my goodness, the joy of the 60’s!<\/p>\n
I wandered down to the end of that rack and was emotionally felled again by a rack of petticoats. \u00a0I lovingly touched a scratchy stiff white petticoat just like the kind I wore under a full skirt. I was crashed back to the 1950’s! \u00a0 When I was able to walk away from the scratchy petticoats, I looked up and saw about 5 poodle skirts displayed near the ceiling. \u00a0The 50’s were making their presence known.<\/p>\n
Nathan made a purchase and I stumbled out of the store having to walk by a rack of about 50 plus tie-dyed\u00a0Tshirts.<\/p>\n
It’s amazing that I lived through involuntary immersion into the past. \u00a0Although I had a heart beat \u00a0and was able to walk, I was emotionally drained! \u00a0Nathan revived me with a meal at a\u00a0Chinese\u00a0restaurant in Westport.<\/p>\n
What a DAY! \u00a0Thank you son!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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