Re-Buffed
Love makes you do strange things. In my case, it sent me to THE mall by myself. I didn’t even have the excuse that Alice wanted to shop. I just went to the Mall of America on my own (shiver, cringe). But I had a perfectly good reason: I needed to get back my Buff.
Do you know the Buff? It’s a fabulous little invention that I was turned on to by a dear friend and her daughter last year (yes, that’s you, Nan! Hey Jackie!). It’s pretty simple really. Just a tube of t-shirt like, stretchy cloth about a foot long. The cool thing is what you can do with it. Lots. See this picture:
And that’s just a few of the ways. It’s very cool. Mine is a blue banana-y looking print. For all that, I mostly use my Buff to hold my hair back, like a scrunchie. But the cloth lets me wrap it around my hair so that it’s more like a bun, and the bits of hair kept back, though my bangs continue to slip through and be annoying. I discovered another benefit. If I do this back into bun routine when my hair is damp, it dries with some nice looking waves. Curls being a bit tough for my hair. So it’s like wearing rollers. Only I don’t.
So, I’ve fallen in love with my Buff. And I realized how much the other day when I lost it.
We were at THE mall, yes, shopping, and on the drive home it wasn’t in my hair, around my wrist, neck or purse handle or tucked into a pocket. I remembered taking my hair down but that was it. I felt very sad that it was gone. Then quickly empowered to try to get it back. I called each store we’d visited, talking to some very nice but ultimately useless shop folks. Even causing Alice to remark, ‘Gee, you really want that thing back, don’t you?”
I did. (And realized that part of my emotion around this piece of cloth had to do with it’s association with my friends. Hold the Buff; feel connected to N & J). So I overcame my revulsion of the Mall of America and viewed it as the only possible hope of my reunion with my Buff. With resolve, I entered the throng of America’s best spenders of disposable income, retraced our steps, checked floors, between racks and then saw it! Sitting all by itself on a little end table in a seating area just beyond the juniors section at Nordstroms.
With barely a glance at the slightly confused looking gentleman seated nearby, I smiled broadly and scooped it up.
What joy! The Buff is back.
Wow, this post had it all – love, fashion, intrigue, challenge – I was riveted to my seat! :^D I panicked there for a moment; I am as attached to you having that Buff as you are. I’ll have to share the drama with Jackie whose sentiment will mirror mine. (Ooooh…great idea with the wet hair- she’ll love that!)
I have now christened your remark, “The Buff is back,’ as the official new idiom for when something sentimental is lost and then recovered.
I think of you every time I put on pattern/character socks which you turned me onto years ago by giving me cow socks – Jackie adopted the addiction. We’re always on the prowl, but especially so when we travel; passing the silver spoons and salt shakers, trolling for unique finds on sock racks. She recently went to Corpus Christi (Whooping Crane watch) and returned with wild, checkered lime green and black knee highs visible from space.
Miss Jackie tried to find you on FaceBook last week and couldn’t. I then tried and failed. You’re on there, right?
Big hug!
Nan
Nan said this on August 1, 2009 at 8:40 am
p.s. or the idiom could be “Re-buffed.”
Hmmm…two great choices. I’m torn.
You choose.
Love!
Nan
Nan said this on August 1, 2009 at 9:08 am
Thanks for the comment! But then I did write the post thinking of you too. I’m wearing it right now, and it is going with me to Key West and Nassau. Yep, I”m on facebook. I’m sure there are tons o’ Susan Walkers. Check my city with my name. Or go by my email address: haroldsmaude@gmail.com
Later, honey!
modelmom said this on August 2, 2009 at 5:12 pm