So I end up at the TJ Maxx again, and it appears to be Middle Age Woman Day there. Everyone looks a bit haggard, but has good hair. All of us are solo, focused, and move from proper section to proper section in the store, vaguely eyeing each other up. I feel confident that no one else is going to snare my goodies -- these look mainly like working women, and they are not going to be considering that hot pink tissue t-shirt with a dead-eyed smiley face with its tongue hanging out. I considered it, but I didn't get it. I have a lot of hot pink already.
It's not a kickass style day at TJ. A lot of frump about, and a lot of tired trends. I am not going along with the severely-distressed denim trend as no one wants to see this look on anyone over 25, including me. I am so not also going along with the revisit of 80s acid wash, shit was always ugly, like mold ate the pants. It occurs to me that I could buy up a pile of good $20 Levis here, get some bleach and a razor and distress them myself, and peddle them to some little hipster boutique in Seattle for a massive time profit. HMM. HMMMMMM. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Anyway, I did do pretty well after all:
-- Calvin Klein black cargo shorts, $49.50 retail, I PAID $24.50
-- Free People funky grey baseball style shirt, $75.00 retail, I PAID $19.99
-- NY & Co. red camisole with a real built-in bra, not one of those mono-breast-inducing shelf bras, $18.00 retail, I PAID $7.99
-- 6-pk. low cut Anne Klein socks, retail $15.00, I PAID $5.99
-- Union Bay black fabric espadrilles with a cork wedge heel, retail $40.00, I PAID $16.99
-- Cole-Haan bronze brown sandals, retail $125.00, I PAID $49.99
A shirt and shorts for MissSix, some soap and Dead Sea Salt body wash and Bliss lotion, and socks for CouchTeen, and I check out at a little over $200. Not too shabby.
The woman at the checkout asks me, as they have to, if I want to save a billion percent by opening a TJ Maxx account today, and as always I say NO THANK YOU THOUGH. She continues and says to me, "Looks like you had a good haul today," and I reply that I agree, and that I usually have good luck here. She sighs and says, "I came in here 8 years ago to buy clothes for my grandsons and I never left." I think she is serious.
No luck on the pants for Mr11. Fortunately, unlike his brother and sister, he could give a crap about clothes and his high waters will do for another day.