belfebe (belfebe) wrote,

A Tale of One Jacket

I have been shopping for a brown blazer for a while.

Make it a chocolate brown blazer.

And make the "a while" the better part of two years.

The elusive brown blazer must have some specific characteristics. To be precise, it must be:

a) A classic cut. Preferably short, tailored and just brushing over the hips.

b) Must have lapels (see classic cut above).

c) Chocolate brown.

d) Made out of either velvet, velveteen, corduroy or wool.

e) In a size 4.

f) Must be of good quality.

You would think that this is easy as pie, yes?

Well, no.

For two long years I have been scouring every single store, every mall, in several towns, and even in several countries.

Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch.

The Internet has not produced anything remotely useful either.

Whenever I find something promising either the price is wrong, the color is off, or they don't have my size.

I nearly found my blazer in Madrid. Nah, scratch that. I did find my blazer in Madrid. At El Corte Ingles, no less.

It was glorious.

It was my size.

It fit me like a glove.

It was 500 Euro.

It broke my heart.

I turned away

I loved that jacket, but I didn't love it 500 Euro worth. Although I did have a budget for it, and a much higher budget than I would have spent on any other piece, I can assure you that it was not 500 Euro, or anything close to that.

So back to the drawing board..

Enter Mango, at Tyson's Corner Mall, two weeks ago. There we were, the greta_k and I minding our own business, when all of a sudden, Bingo! My brown blazer is staring right back at me from the store's window. I dragged the Greta inside, and made a beeline directly to the jacket rack.

Oh, beautiful brown blazer! The right color. The right cut. The right material. The right price. And ... the wrong size.

They had every size but mine.

Oh, they showed me about three other different jackets, all in brown, and all of them fitted me.

But it wasn't my jacket.

Dissapointed, we walked out of the store. Oh, well. I had waited two years, I could certainly wait some more. And no, I would not pay even $10 for a jacket that is not what I want. It must be the perfect chocolate brown jacket.

So yesterday, I am up to my ears in work and I need a break. While I am sipping at my tea, it occurs to me that it is Cyber Monday and that everyone and their cousin are offering discounts online. In other words, a perfect opportunity to play my "Let's search for my chocolate brown jacket and not find it" favorite game.

Except that this time, I found it.

Chocolate brown velvet, classic cut, size 4, and 40% discount.


But it wouldn't be that easy would it?

Noooooo... nothing is easy when it comes to that elusive chocolate brown jacket.

Because I was so busy, and I was in a rush, and I was being interrupted every five seconds, I did not have the chance to pay much attention to what I was clicking. By the time that I finally clicked the "Send" button, I realized that I had ordered my jacket in ... black.

In black!

"Noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled at the computer, "How can this beeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!".

So I called the 800 number of the website, and the first thing I tell the very nice lady on the line is "Can you tell me why God doesn't want me to have a chocolate brown jacket?"

She just laughed.

Luckily, we were able to cancel that order, and there was one available in brown, in my size, and on sale. With free shipping! And no, I declined to pay extra for expedited shipping.

After all, I have waited for the darned thing for 2 years. I think I can wait for 10 to 14 days more.

I guess that God does want me to have a brown jacket after all.

Jeebus, I hope it fits.
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