Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Solana Beach Shopping Trip



Dear Diary,

My sister is coming for Thanksgiving. Her boys and husband are coming too. That will be fun. I've been studying alot so I haven't blogged. It is hard to do both. I've been doing all I can to Avoid house cleaning. I've painted a toy highchair and been making monkeys like I have jungle fever! I am addicted to making monkeys. It's like I am possessed by Charles Darwin or something similar. But I digress.....

My baby sista, Sarah Ann (Who we lovingly refer to as Precious) and I went shopping in Solana Beach, California, a couple of years ago. That town is pretty as a picture ( I can't spell picturesk). It was a beautiful day and we had money in our pocket books. A perfect time to spend. The first shop we entered was full of bric a brac and other wonderful accessories just begging to be picked up and fondled. We virtually had the run of the store because the employees /best friends/owners were oblivious to us - they were off to the side dressed in chic black outfits with blond flowing hair and perfect makeup. The "help" were chatting and laughing and so enthralled with each other that it would have been a shame to interrupt them. We left that store empty handed and headed to another.

The next shop looked like a magical snowy fairy land. Everything in the store was a shade of white. It was all crisp and cool looking. Nothing practical for a family with dogs, children, husbands or us. In my fantasy life, my cottage by the sea would be furnished like this store. George Clooney and I would be so happy, often looking into each others eyes and sighing a content sigh....... This shop, like the last had beautiful, blond, black clad proprietors. I'm being critical but thought they should have dressed in something paler and gauzy. But, they didn't ask me. In fact they didn't address us at all. Like in the other store, these ladies had so much to tell each other. They talked in hushed tones and were pouring over what looked to be a catalog. Never looking up. I don't think they even heard the bell that rang when we opened the door. Since we were raised right, we kept our voices at a respectful low and tried not to disturb them as we browsed.

We entered a boutique - same scenario, an art gallery, ditto. We were beginning to suspect that we were invisible. I reached out and touched my sister, she felt real, we stared at our reflections in the store front windows, we could see ourselves. What in the hell was going on?

Over lunch we discussed this strange phenomena. We came to the decision that these ladies must not have to sell anything to keep their stores open. Hence, the poor customer service. Maybe they had trust funds, alimony, made it rich on the stock market, or wealthy husbands that just wanted them to be happy. Maybe the stores were their hobbies, something to do to get them out of the house. Keep them from getting in the maid's way. The more we talked about it the more jealous we got. Baby sista and I were down right indignant when we left Solana Beach that afternoon. Why wasn't that our beautiful life?

Some times Precious and I fantasize about owning a shop together and how we are going to giggle and teehee and fix each others hair, stare at our painted finger and toenails, pose, flip through magazines, and ignore our customers . Wouldn't that be the life?

10 comments:

Leslie said...

I want to go shopping with you and Sarah Ann!

icandy... said...

That would be nice....hmmmm. I've always wanted my own shop, too!
Those monkeys are really, really cute!!!
hugs!

Paris Cowgirl said...

sounds a bit boring to not take the opportunity to get to know your customers. Lisa, how about meeting me in Pismo for some shopping fun? Now, that would be fun!

House of Hullabaloo said...

Sista Sarah Ann and I would not be able to ignore customers. We love chatting and meeting new people too much. That is why yawl are so successful Kim - yours and Jennifer's great customer service and friendly warm personalities!

Susan said...

Those shops sound so beautiful. I used to have a consignment store and my favorite part of it was visiting with my customers.
p.s. I love the monkeys.

whymsicalmusings said...

Ah yes that would be the life! And George Clooney by your side how grand you will be!!!!
XXXX
Becky
PS Aren't sisters the GREATEST!

Judy said...

Saw your sock monkeys and furniture at Merchant's! Way cute, Lisa!!

TheresainMS said...

Love the monkeys!!! Nope, I don't believe you'd be able to ignore your customers. You have too much 'talk' in you to be able to do that :-) I love, love, love the way you tell a story. You should write a book!

I'll be having a giveaway for my 100th blog post within the next few days so check in with me from time to time to join in on that. The prize isn't totally set yet but it will be a mixture of many different doodads and thingamajigs. I'll be posting my 100th post with my next post and all the details will be revealed then. This is just my way of giving back to the blog community who I have learned so much from. I've made some great friends through blogging and just want to say 'thank you' in blog lingo; best way to do that is have a giveaway! I'll also have new blog bling as I'm having a custom blog design installed and I'm totally excited about that!

Have a great day!!

Tumble Fish Studio said...

Hi sweet lady! I haven't been by in way way too long but it appears you are busy anyway. I did enjoy reading this post - I can relate. I have felt the same way visiting a couple of local art galleries I had hoped might want to have a couple of my pieces, I couldn't hardly get a "hello" let alone a response to even look at my work and then reject it. They just rejected me before I even had the chance. Oh well, their loss. I would like to have a shop too and I will pay attention to everyone and make them feel like kings and queens so they spend lots of money and brag about their experience to all of their friends and then I will go back and invite those snooty shop keepers and gallery owners over to see how it's really done. So there.
Really just stopped by to leave some wishes for a very blissful Christmas and the Happiest of New Years!
marsha

Michele said...

You're stories are the best. I just love reading your diary every chance I get. Thank goodness you publish it.

I've never been to Solana Beach, but I'm guessing it's in Southern California? from the attitudes you described, I'd guess you were near LA somewhere. Either that or my hometown Silicon Valley. :)

Btw That would be my fantasy life too, except instead of George I'd have to insert Colin Firth. Can't resist that accent. ;)