I thought this day would never come.
But, evidently, it has sneaked up on me, and here I am:
Ya'll. Today, I stopped in at the Pendleton store, and I actually LIKED STUFF. I mean--I liked a LOT of the stuff in there.
And when I say "stuff" I mean--clothes.
Yes, yes, this is the Pendleton store that is famous for its wool. Thick, knitted wool sweaters of every hue imaginable. And to match those sweaters, understated dress slacks with forgiving pleats in conservative blacks and navys, and even the racier houndstooth check.
Now, please don't get me wrong. Pendleton makes wonderful wool products. They practically set the standards for upscale wool clothing and blankets.
But, what they don't set the standard for? Trendy and fashionable dressing.
Warm? Yes. Sensible? Yes. Well-made? Yes.
Fashions for the young and/or young at heart? Not so much.
As I was browsing through the store, I was just so surprised at how many of the colorful knits, and jackets, and skirts I liked. Their bright colors and classic lines just drew me in. I couldn't believe Pendleton had so many GREAT items! How have I missed shopping here all these years?
And, then it hit me.
These clothes that I thought so pretty wouldn't appeal one single bit to an...er...ah...Well, to a younger woman, if you must know.
Dangit. I'm old. And now I like old lady clothes.
I guess I shouldn't whine and complain too much... I mean, the type of item I bought isn't exactly fashion-forward. I bought a hot pink fleece vest--you know--my signature look for winter.
And, I gotta tell ya--that fleece vest is everything Pendleton is known for: Warmth, quality, and sensibility.
Gotta run. I need to stop in at the SAS for some walking shoes to match my new vest.