2008 Woodie Awards
Column about nothing: Mommy and me
Ashley Posimato
Issue date: 2/14/08 Section: Features
As the weekend was approaching and after the first few weeks of classes have elapsed, I was in need of what I would consider some well-deserved form of relaxation. Luckily, a suitable cure for the academic-induced stress I was experiencing was only a train ride away. A lunch date in Manhattan with mom would allow me to supersede my current state of anxiety with revitalized educational ambition. Well at least that is what I used as an excuse to coerce my mother to join me. Obviously compliant, (she loves trips to the city as much as I do) we agreed to meet on 46th street on Sunday for a pre-Super bowl, ladies only brunch!
Decidedly convening at noon, I took the 9:33 express to Grand Central, a mere four blocks from the restaurant, which meant I had 45 minutes to do with what I wanted. As I quickly ran down my list of "45-minute-long activity" options I was repeatedly interrupted by my evil consumer twin.
"Go shopping Ashley, just browse if your time is limited, you know you want to." I resisted temptation
"Your favorite store BCBG is only three blocks away. And in case you were wondering it's the largest one in the world."
Having my favorite store so easy accessible immediately evoked instinctual excitement, which as result of therapeutic practice, I was able to suppress. Had my relentless other half neglected to remind me that it was the largest one in existence, I may have been able to control my impulsive behavior. However, I was made well aware of this not so minor detail which proved to be pivotal in my decision-making process. You can guess that I reluctantly (or maybe not so much) surrendered and made my way to what I see as the greatest store in the world.
As I entered the store I was greeted by the most beautiful sales associates. The woman representative was draped entirely in BCBG attire. She was obviously advertising the business casual selection. Her mahogany pencil skirt was accompanied by a white chiffon top and accented with a barely-there, pink but subtle, paten-leather belt. She was a picture of perfection.
Decidedly convening at noon, I took the 9:33 express to Grand Central, a mere four blocks from the restaurant, which meant I had 45 minutes to do with what I wanted. As I quickly ran down my list of "45-minute-long activity" options I was repeatedly interrupted by my evil consumer twin.
"Go shopping Ashley, just browse if your time is limited, you know you want to." I resisted temptation
"Your favorite store BCBG is only three blocks away. And in case you were wondering it's the largest one in the world."
Having my favorite store so easy accessible immediately evoked instinctual excitement, which as result of therapeutic practice, I was able to suppress. Had my relentless other half neglected to remind me that it was the largest one in existence, I may have been able to control my impulsive behavior. However, I was made well aware of this not so minor detail which proved to be pivotal in my decision-making process. You can guess that I reluctantly (or maybe not so much) surrendered and made my way to what I see as the greatest store in the world.
As I entered the store I was greeted by the most beautiful sales associates. The woman representative was draped entirely in BCBG attire. She was obviously advertising the business casual selection. Her mahogany pencil skirt was accompanied by a white chiffon top and accented with a barely-there, pink but subtle, paten-leather belt. She was a picture of perfection.
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