Blue Genes

After the sun did rise on Sunday (I was doubtful), it officially started the annual mother/daughter shopping weekend. We sent the boys on their way (dad and William), laced up our most comfortable shoes and down the elevator we were. Mom and I have done this for about 7-8 years now. We stay in the same hotel, eat at the same places, frequent the same stores, even have the same shuttle driver, etc. This year we had to get a little more serious since we had spent a day football'n it. Not complaining. If I had my way I'd football it 365. 

If there is a Talbots within ten miles, my mother will sniff it out. For those of you who do not know, she served as a "hostess" at the EastChase Talbots open house last Thursday evening. It's a scary concept. Basically they identified three of their best customers and in turn wanted their friend list to invite to this open house (aka sell more Talbots gear). The open house was fun. Anyway, mom sniffed out Talbots and we purchased not one, not two but three pair of rain boots for the Richardson ladies. Too bad I didn't have them today. Yes, mine are houndstooth. Now, mom knows when something should be marked down so she had to let the Phipps Talbots ladies know she was a hostess and she was officially "in." A new respect emerged. 

We also ventured to Nordstroms where I plopped in the oversized chair with the bags and listened to some lovely live piano. We also concluded the day in visiting.........you got it.....another Talbots. "They carry different things." Got it. Monday brought some variety and by golly if we're going to every Talbots in the Atl, I'm going to Blue Genes per Kathleen. 

This store is a gem. I wouldn't consider it a bargain by any stretch of the imagination but the girls there actually HELP you. A concept for those that shop in Montgomery. I found two pairs of not so cheap jeans that were cute and asked the girl to whisper my total as I wasn't interested in taking my mother to Piedmont Hospital that day. I was not the first with that request. They are being hemmed each a mile at this moment but I feel officially cool. Hudson anyone? 7 for All Mankind anyone? 

And what's up with Atlantic Station. We ended our journey there on our way out of town in a desperate search for 4" stilettos at DSW.......and boxes at Target (mom). That place is strange. It's like Montgomery in the middle of Atlanta. Why? Prime location but very normal/average stores. Anyway, no more star sightings like the Dooleys but at that point we didn't have time to be distracted by stars. We had shopping to do and had to get back to MGM before traffic got too nuts. 

We also congratulated every Florida fan we saw for what it's worth. Mom told her "I'm a native Floridian" story (the panhandle dear). So the UF fans showed us love. 

For once in my life I went on that escapade without a list....I know that shocks many of you. But I managed. I'm living on the wild side these days.