Alright, so you want the lowdown on my Nordstrom capris adventure? It wasn’t just some quick pop-in-and-buy kinda deal, let me tell you.
It all started ’cause my sister-in-law, Karen – yeah, that Karen – decided her annual summer barbecue needed a “Coastal Grandma Chic” theme. Don’t ask. And guess what the cornerstone of this ‘chic’ was supposed to be? Capris. Not just any capris, mind you. They had to look like I casually summered in the Hamptons, even though my idea of a vacation is mostly just not setting an alarm.
So, off I trotted to Nordstrom. Figured, okay, fancy store, fancy capris, right? Stepped inside and immediately felt like I needed a secret handshake. I’m usually more of a “whatever’s clean” kind of dresser. Started my search. Wandered through aisles of stuff that cost more than my car payment. Finally found the section. Or at least, what looked like a section for pants that decided to quit halfway down your leg.
And man, the options. Some were so tight I reckon they’d cut off circulation. Others were so loose and flowy, they were basically skirts with a weird seam. And the fabrics! Some felt like paper, others like old curtains. I picked up a pair. Checked the tag. Nearly had a heart attack. For that price, they better make me coffee in the morning.
I must have tried on at least ten pairs. The fitting room lighting, by the way, is a special kind of cruel. After what felt like an eternity, I found a pair. Plain white. Nothing to write home about, really. They fit, they weren’t see-through (checked that about five times), and they didn’t cost as much as a small car. So, I grabbed ’em. Threw my card down. Done.
You know, this whole thing reminded me of this one time, years ago, I needed a specific type of wrench for a DIY project. My neighbor, old Mr. Henderson, swore by this one German brand. Said anything else was “just scrap metal.” So, I drove to three different hardware stores. Paid nearly double what a normal wrench would cost. Got home, used it. It worked. Just like any other wrench would have, probably. But Mr. Henderson nodded approvingly, and I guess that was the point. People get these ideas in their heads, you know?
Anyway, back to the capris. Wore them to Karen’s barbecue. Got the nod. “Oh, those are perfect!” she gushed. I just smiled and grabbed a hotdog. Inside, I was thinking, “Yeah, perfect for one afternoon of pretending I’m someone I’m not.” They were comfortable enough, I guess. Didn’t split when I bent down to pet her yappy dog, so that’s a win.
So, the Nordstrom capris. They served their purpose. They’re probably now buried deep in my closet, waiting for the next “themed event” Karen dreams up. Would I go through all that again? Probably, if I had to. But it’s funny what we do to keep the peace or fit in, isn’t it? Just fabric, at the end of the day. Expensive fabric, in this case.
