I got mugged yesterday by two seemingly innocent looking old Israeli women. Don't worry, the only things injured were my pride and wallet.
I went searching for an outfit for my son's Beachside Bar Mitzvah. Unlike a Beach wedding, there is no protocol for this type of event as it appears that my child is the very person in modern history to have this type of event. It's going to be hot. It's going to be casual. I had the idea in my head as to what I wanted to wear but could not find it anywhere in the normal shopping world.
I put my feelers out and little birds told me about this boutique far away but worth the drive. This boutique supposedly carried the beachy gauzy items that I was seeking.
I got there and , low and behold, they had plenty of the type of stuff that I wanted! Esther, my sales clerk had bottle blond hair, a thick Israeli accent and a lovely smoker's cough. She realized right away that she had a live one and starting bringing me clothes and dressing me up.
Before I knew it, not only did I have an outfit for the big day but other cute things for the rest of the weekend. Esther and her cohort Rivka promised me that I looked great in everything and could wear the stuff 365 days a year here in the Tropics. They also said if I took the whole pile, they would give me a discount in celebration of my son's big event.
When I got home, I realized that not only did I pay full price, I think that I overpaid. Oye Vey. The clothes are cute and I will wear them and I think that karma will come around and bite these two some day. Here is one of the pieces that I picked....