I am so thankful that I am beginning to feel a little more like my normal self. Each weekend, I reflect back to the previous one, and I’m amazed at the progress and am even more thankful for God’s strength.
Part of my recovery has involved getting out and about.
On Saturday, I woke up at the butt crack of dawn, unable to go back to sleep. I got myself dressed and made up with minimal help from the Mr. I was up so early that I even blogged while I watched more of the Star Wars marathon that TNT is currently showing.
The Mr. heard me rummaging around and got up a little earlier than he’d originally planned. It was going to be a busy day.
First up…an appointment with my hairdresser. It was time for highlights!
The Mr. dropped me off a little early and headed out for a quick road trip to meet his parents so they could give him a few items for the reception after Rooster’s wedding, which is fast approaching.
Meanwhile, I waited my turn…
Dana has been cutting my family’s hair for years. She’s super thoughtful and always keeps me laughing with her tell-it-like-it-is attitude.
The place was hopping too! Everyone was busy getting their hair “did” before the holidays. I loved the chatter.
Before long, I resembled a satellite tower…
If you were anywhere in the vicinity, I’m sure your cell phone reception was clear as a bell.
Dana really pampered me, let me tell you. After removing the foils, she washed, cut, dried, and straightened my hair.
It was another step in my journey of feeling more like myself.
Oy vey, but the dark circles under my eyes. I’d left off the concealer…a lesson to me. Having a cast makes for inconsistent sleep patterns.
The Mr. got back in plenty of time, so I didn’t even have to wait for him.
We headed out for a few hours of shopping. Here’s a better picture of my hair. Bliss.
We had a few things we were in search of…namely flare leg yoga pants.
Y’all, I have about five pairs of pants I can wear, which I should be and truly am grateful for, but y’all, a girl needs more options!
After discovering that I could not wear ANY of my existing blue jeans, because skinny jeans just don’t stretch over casts, the Mr. was determined to find me pants I could wear.
Go ahead and be jealous. He’s mine. ❤
We hunted high and low.
We visited Kohl’s, Dillard’s, and a myriad of other stores.
We had no luck. Being petite has its drawbacks sometimes.
We even went to Victoria’s Secrets.
We didn’t find pants, but we did find some other goodies.
While he stopped by another store in the mall, I gave myself a break and waited on a bench. Scootering around is tiring, especially when you’re healing from breaking three bones in your ankle.
We hit a couple more stores before calling it quits.
I was exhausted. I know I’ve already mentioned that, but seriously. This healing business takes a lot out of a person!
I had a good night’s sleep and hardly remember turning over even.
Sunday morning, the Mr. and I headed out to church.
I was able to stand for the singing portion of worship, with my knee on the scooter.
It was yet another step toward normalcy.
An older couple joined us at our table; the husband is recovering from back surgery. His wife had jokingly asked if we were at the handicapped table. Ha!
After a quick lunch at home, we headed back out to the mall…this time across the bridge though.
Victoria’s Secrets was our first stop so we could take advantage of a couple of coupons we’d been unable to find the day before.
I got these socks for free (after reminding the clerk about the sign outside) for purchasing a PINK item.
I had a choice of several and was struck by this pair. First, it was a pretty, light shade of pink. Second, I love the play on the word “sleigh.” I think Beyonce has a song with this verbiage…another way of saying “slay.” I am NOT a Beyonce fan, but I am all about figurative language. I plan on “sleighing” the challenges associated with my fracture.
Next, we went back to Dillard’s to find a pretty clutch for me to use for the wedding. I’d already purchased one, but I discovered that my phone wouldn’t fit into it, so I needed another one. The plan was to return the previous one but, in true Auburnchick fashion, we left it in the car and found it too tedious to go back and retrieve it. We’ll return it this week.
I found a clutch I was okay with, and we left, headed for the Nike store. First, though, was a stop at Charlotte Russe, a store we used to frequent.
They didn’t have pants I could fit into with the cast, but they did have dresses and skirts.
And yes…yes I did. Just for the record. That skirt will match what will probably be a black removable boot that will replace my cast.
Because I’m all about matching.
Later, when I got home and started taking things out of bags, I noticed this on the other side of my Charlotte Russe bag. Isn’t it just the best?
The Nike store was our next stop, but it quickly became apparent that I wouldn’t find flared yoga pants there either.
We headed to one more store…Charming Charlie. I’d seen this store on the way to Dillard’s and told the Mr. that I wanted to stop by on our walk back.
It’s a new-to-me store and so delightful! There were tables everywhere, but what got to my overachieving, highly organized self was how the merchandise was arranged…according to color.
I had to scooter around just to take it all in.
Then, I found a third clutch that I liked for a much better price than what I’d found in Dillard’s (even with the clearance price, mind you). Plus, my phone fit into it. Bingo!
That’s not a great picture, but I think you get the idea. I wanted something for my phone and lipstick. The strap will help me hold onto it while I scooter around.
We were done at this point and headed home, with one quick stop at Sam’s Club for dog food. I let the Mr. go in without me and watched my First5 weekend video while I waited.
I am thankful that this will be a short week for me. Big plans are brewing around these parts. Because of that, I’ll be maximizing my evenings with lots of lesson plan preparations so I can relax in the days and two weeks ahead.
Meanwhile, keep on the lookout for cast sightings. There won’t be too many of them with me set to get my boot soon.
Praise God for His healing touch and daily miracles.
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