Still mad at myself.

Yesterday I hadn't stopped a gorgeous 50+ lady who had the most amazing wedged black sandals ever with single strap to ask her where she got them - I was just staring at her from a safe distance, wondering if I should subject her to my broken German.

Oh, and her hair - long, pinned on the sides in a tasteful, arty way. There is something about mature women with long hair, when it all works - the colour, the style, the random grays - which projects an air of regal to me.

And, and... and, she had spectacular specs with subtle retro vibe. I was taking it all in, with my legs cemented to the ground. A vision. This is what I want to look some day, like I know what I'm doing, yet's it's all just thrown on.

The final stroke? As she was walking further away, I noticed that the top is exactly what I'm chasing at the moment, simple hi-low diamond sleeved take on basic tee in silky fabric, tunic length, with overlapping panels at the back. Perfectly matched with relaxed skinnies. I was floored.
But, by then she was too far away and the sight of me running after her across the carpark would have been just too ridiculous.

I never hated that ginormous furniture store more. I kept looking around if she'd walk nearby so I can stop her and approach her, but she was somewhere, who knows where - definitely not in the section with the wardrobes, which we finally bought btw, such woman must have one already! And well curated content in it. I'm sure.

I have double regret: I have missed my opportunity to tell another woman she not just looked amazing, but truly inspiring to me personally.

And I'll never know where she got those sandals. I would stop at sandals only, honestly, I would not push it to ask who makes such fab tops too... trust me...

I just had to vent!