MADE IN CALIFORNIA

I walk down the street, my head held high, and I notice some heads turning as I walk by. One or two heads turning could be a coincidence. But when people’s heads turning resembles a stacked line of dominos collapsing….something is wrong.

I saw my reflection in a storefront window, and compared it with reflections of other people ….. and decided my lemonade yellow capris screamed “FUNNY LOOKING CALIFORNIA TOURIST”.

So I decided to venture into a clothing store with my limited german, and try to Europe Up my wardrobe. Starting with a pair of black jeans and black top, the right jewelry and long scarf thrown nonchalantly over my shoulder.

I asked the sales person to help me find clothes that did not make me look “dick” (prounounced “deek”) or fat. Obviously, I did not know enough german to say that whole previous sentence, but I used a few choice phrases and hand gestures to the appropriate parts of my body…and woman to woman…. She understood.

What do you think? Did I pull off the Europe thing?

Now, I really got some “splainin” to do, as Ricky Ricardo would say to Lucy. Freeman is also on my email list, and this is going to be the first time he’s heard about my shopping adventure. So, I may as well admit to the whole thing, and tell him he doesn’t need to bring me a winter jacket when he comes in September. I will just wear the leather jacket that followed me home yesterday.

On that note, I leave you for the weekend. Tune in next week for Freeman’s reaction. Hopefully it will not result in a change of my marital status.