barely caught sight of a man walking out of view of the window, and I could have sworn it was the man with the Indiana Jones hat from earlier in the jewelry store.
A second later, he popped back in fron t of the window and stood staring at me w ith his mouth hanging open . He was a middle-aged man and looked rather silly in the hat. I smiled and gave him a little wave . H is eyes widened, and he ran off. I couldn’t help it, and I laughed out loud. I didn’t know if the woman in the store was with him or not, and I wondered if she caught him taking a peek at me.
I left the café and continued south on Fifth Avenue. I had to force myself to keep walking when I passed Fendi, but I couldn’t resist crossing the street to run into Juicy Couture. I shopped quickly through the stor e, but didn’t see anything I wanted for my new position. I purchased a cute pair of black sunglasses with white spots and wore them out of the store. Crossing the street again, I hurried the remaining three blocks to Saks. If I was taking a bus tour, I wanted to maximize my shopping time and see as much as possible in one store.
I entered the store and was immediately in shopping heaven. Cosmetics and fragrances were on the first floor, and the variety of scents from testers and samples greeted you the minute you walked through the door s . I stopped for a second and took a deep breath. It was lovely.
There were several floors and so much to see, but I shopped quickly thinking I w ould come back tomorrow if I had time. I avoided the floor with shoes altogether for fear I would miss the bus tour. By the time I had shopped my way through the store and was on the first floor again, I had purchased two major items for my new wardrobe and one indulgent item for me.
The first was a Phillip Lim, collarless, textured jacket in winter white. It was beautiful and wou ld look fabulous with every thing. The cobalt blue dress I was wearing today was Phillip Lim, and I loved his clothing.
The second item was a classic black wool suit with a pencil skirt. It had the thinnest of pin stripes running throughout. It was sleek and smooth, and fit like a glove.
Finally, there was so much cashmere to choose from , and I couldn’t leave without something sumptuous. I chose a matching sweater and skirt in a light gray color. The skirt came to just below the knee, and the top had long sleeves, a smaller version of a crew neck, and was shorter than most sweaters , but not quite cropped. The entire outfit covered all of my skin from my collar bone to my calves, but because it was snug, and so very soft, it was incredibly sexy. I suppressed yet another squeal when I saw how it looked on me in the dressing room . I had to have it.
My treasures safely in bags, and my shopping bug satisfied for the moment, I once again crossed the cosmetics and fragrance floor on my way to the front doors. I was almost to the exit when a woman bolted around a display of Bon d No. 9 fragrances and tackled me . I fell backwards onto my rump, my legs splayed, with the wind knocked out of me . M y purse opened, and the contents scattered.
The woman fell on top of me, but managed to upright herself quickly. She didn’t attempt to help me up , but did try to gather my bags and pile them beside me . She mumbled, “I’m so sorry,” before running for the doors, and rush ing out of the store. She wasn’t a young person . She seemed to be about mid-50s, and I thought I detected a hint of an English accent in her voice.
“Are you ok?” asked a female clerk who rushed over to offer assistance.
“I think so,” I said still feeling dazed. “My purse? My bags?” I look ed around in time to see my lip gloss rolling under a makeup counter.
I was starting to feel embarrassed as everyone in the vicinity was staring at me. I quickly clapped my knees together and took the hand of a male clerk who helped me to my feet. Thankfully, I had worn the tights with my short dress, or I would have
A second later, he popped back in fron t of the window and stood staring at me w ith his mouth hanging open . He was a middle-aged man and looked rather silly in the hat. I smiled and gave him a little wave . H is eyes widened, and he ran off. I couldn’t help it, and I laughed out loud. I didn’t know if the woman in the store was with him or not, and I wondered if she caught him taking a peek at me.
I left the café and continued south on Fifth Avenue. I had to force myself to keep walking when I passed Fendi, but I couldn’t resist crossing the street to run into Juicy Couture. I shopped quickly through the stor e, but didn’t see anything I wanted for my new position. I purchased a cute pair of black sunglasses with white spots and wore them out of the store. Crossing the street again, I hurried the remaining three blocks to Saks. If I was taking a bus tour, I wanted to maximize my shopping time and see as much as possible in one store.
I entered the store and was immediately in shopping heaven. Cosmetics and fragrances were on the first floor, and the variety of scents from testers and samples greeted you the minute you walked through the door s . I stopped for a second and took a deep breath. It was lovely.
There were several floors and so much to see, but I shopped quickly thinking I w ould come back tomorrow if I had time. I avoided the floor with shoes altogether for fear I would miss the bus tour. By the time I had shopped my way through the store and was on the first floor again, I had purchased two major items for my new wardrobe and one indulgent item for me.
The first was a Phillip Lim, collarless, textured jacket in winter white. It was beautiful and wou ld look fabulous with every thing. The cobalt blue dress I was wearing today was Phillip Lim, and I loved his clothing.
The second item was a classic black wool suit with a pencil skirt. It had the thinnest of pin stripes running throughout. It was sleek and smooth, and fit like a glove.
Finally, there was so much cashmere to choose from , and I couldn’t leave without something sumptuous. I chose a matching sweater and skirt in a light gray color. The skirt came to just below the knee, and the top had long sleeves, a smaller version of a crew neck, and was shorter than most sweaters , but not quite cropped. The entire outfit covered all of my skin from my collar bone to my calves, but because it was snug, and so very soft, it was incredibly sexy. I suppressed yet another squeal when I saw how it looked on me in the dressing room . I had to have it.
My treasures safely in bags, and my shopping bug satisfied for the moment, I once again crossed the cosmetics and fragrance floor on my way to the front doors. I was almost to the exit when a woman bolted around a display of Bon d No. 9 fragrances and tackled me . I fell backwards onto my rump, my legs splayed, with the wind knocked out of me . M y purse opened, and the contents scattered.
The woman fell on top of me, but managed to upright herself quickly. She didn’t attempt to help me up , but did try to gather my bags and pile them beside me . She mumbled, “I’m so sorry,” before running for the doors, and rush ing out of the store. She wasn’t a young person . She seemed to be about mid-50s, and I thought I detected a hint of an English accent in her voice.
“Are you ok?” asked a female clerk who rushed over to offer assistance.
“I think so,” I said still feeling dazed. “My purse? My bags?” I look ed around in time to see my lip gloss rolling under a makeup counter.
I was starting to feel embarrassed as everyone in the vicinity was staring at me. I quickly clapped my knees together and took the hand of a male clerk who helped me to my feet. Thankfully, I had worn the tights with my short dress, or I would have
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