Hoodie Of My Dreams

A good friend of mine will, quite frequently, show up wearing something new and extraordinarily cute. I'll ask this good friend of mine, "where did you get that!?"

And she always answers, Plato's Closet.

I've been itching to go, but never have.

Until this weekend, with my fabulous sister.

We stopped by, and did some hard-core shopping. She got some extremely lovely and sensual items. Seriously. Ask about the dress with the belt and the boots.

And I got a hoodie. Not just any hoodie, the most perfect hoodie my mind could ever have fathomed. Blue, naturally. But a nice, bright green-blue. With flower like designs in a darker shade of the same color. Lime green hoodie tassles.

It's perfect.

I tried it on, fearing the worst - that it wouldn't fit.

But it did.

Like a glove.

And it cost so little, so little. I would have paid triple the amount for this delightful hoodie.

On top of it's perfectness appearance wise, I've since discovered, in the whole 2 days I've owned it, that it is lucky, too.

Last night was lucky.

Then this morning, I actually got out of the door not only on time, but early. You may not understand just exactly how lucky that is. I'll give references if you're interested.

I was starving as I drove to pick up my carpooling buddy, Brittany. Like my stomach is eating itself kind of hunger pains. Rare, but intense. And it just so happens that Brittany is staying in a hotel down the street from her house (complicated - that I won't provide references for) and right there through the window I see the Continental Breakfast! I called her up and she picked me up some breakfast. That’s right, folks, free breakfast. A bagel and strawberry yoghurt.

We made it to work on time, another miracle, considering the traffic and broken stop lights.

Then at work, a vendor, THANK YOU TEK SYSTEMS! brought my office-mate Julie 2 barrels of Einstein Brothers Bagels! Julie, bless her heart, doesn't like bagels. So I offered to go get the beloved bread stuffs for her.

The guy from TEK Systems was tall, cute, young and wasn't wearing a ring.

He shook my hand.

I then proceeded to eat a cinnamon raisin bagel with cinnamon-almond spread. SIIIIGGGHHH.

Then I had a cheese bagel with whipped cream cheese. SIIIIIGGGHHH.

Both delectable and completely free.

This is most assuredly a lucky hoodie. I told my sister I thought it was lucky, and she rightly said,

Then why did she give it up? What happened that was so lucky? And I think that’s awesome… Maybe your car windows will stop cracking.

(For those of you who don’t know – Plato’s Closet is a clothing exchange. You can take your old clothes and get money for them)

I think the girl who owned this jacket before me had such tremendous luck, and then as part of the great luck she lost lots of weight, and so when she could no longer wear it she took this lucky hoodie to Plato’s Closet to spread the good luck around.

Julie, my office-mate, thinks it’s like a Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants type thing.

I concur.

But for now, let the luck roll on!

Love,
Brittney