Show me some Love
May 1, 2006
Yesterday I went to Love, a little boutique on South 1st, to see my friend Andy play a gig — the shop puts on this weekly concert called Love on the Lawn, where three singer-songwriter types do a round-robin show outside in the front yard. It was, heh, loverly.
During the 20-minute break, Andy’s girlfriend, Shelley, and I went into the shop to use the restroom and poke around, and it is not nearly as expensive as I assumed it would be. (I think I had Love confused with Kick Pleat, the shop next door, some of whose wares are featured in Lucky magazine. They are always, always astronomically expensive. I’m talking, like, a $450 dress. Gorge, yes, but who can afford it?)
At Love, I found a ruffled gold shrug for $54 and a red-and-taupe plaid skirt for $40. I also spied a great pair of Simple flip-flops with a nubby footbed for $28! And Shelley bought a thank-you gift for a friend (some candles and such) for less than $30, and she tried on a great little white blazer with a peplum waist that wasn’t too much, even though I can’t remember its exact cost right now. I didn’t buy anything, of course (am saving my pennies for a house), but I sure wanted to. I am still pining for the skirt. It sure was cute and would slip effortlessly into my existing wardrobe, which is always a plus. I am thinking that when I get paid from the consignment shop by my office (on the 10th), I might blow it at Love, down payment for a house be damned!
Bonus points to the proprietor, an adorable blonde woman, who recognized my pendent as a moonstone. She herself was wearing one. While I dig moonstones for their iridescence and their reference to Wilkie Collins (father of the modern mystery novel), she has another reason: “It keeps me balanced,” she explained. Righteous!
