I got on the train yesterday and went to a nearby town for a bit of a shopping expedition. That's always fun, always makes me happy. Didn't buy much really, just a few more things to help me through the winter. But it was fun to be out and about.
I went to a café for some soup and took a big table right beside the front window so I could look out on the promenade and the river and the people going by. When the waitress brought me my soup, she said, "There you are, my dear!" A short time later a woman came in and asked if she could share my table (since there was plenty of space at it). And when the waitress brought her her tea and scone, she said, "There you are, my dear!" And I thought to myself, "Good for her! She knows a woman when she sees one."
Only one dark spot. I don't know about the rest of you, but I love hats--and I have a bloody hard time finding any I like, mainly because women simply don't wear hats any more. One of the surest signs of the decline of Western civilization. But after a good look yesterday, I did find one that I was quite pleased with, so in the end I was happy enough with that. A shopping trip that nets you one nice hat can be viewed as a success for that reason alone.
