My mother dropped a huge bombshell on me -- she needs a kidney transplant. After we rang off with many assurances from me that my kidney was her kidney, I stared at the phone in my hand. I was numb. I needed to get out of my apartment and do something. But what?
"We get our new shipment in on Monday," a sweet voice chirped in my head.
To J Crew!
I arrived an hour before closing and tried on many variations of this season ruffled tops and "borrowed from the boys" tailoring. Everything I tried on made me feel fat and useless. So I went to the jewelry counter where I would be forever beautiful no matter how many Oreo cakesters I ate or missed trips to the gym.
"Are you looking for anything special?" that sweet voice chirped again.
"Uhh, no. I'm emotional shopping," I blurted. "My mother needs a kidney transplant and you're the first person I've told."
The angel of a saleswoman listened to my ramblings while I tried on earrings and offered to pray for me and my family.
Once I finished, she said, "I'm not going to let you buy these. Save your money. See your mother."
She was right. Even if I bought every ruffly, distressed, borrowed from the boys, sparkled, bedazzled, bejangled piece from J Crew, it wouldn't save me from the difficult decisions I may have to make in the coming months.
But a new pair of earrings would make things a bit more bearable.
When the Supply Chain Becomes the Story
18 hours ago
Oh, Kerra. I'll say prayers too for your mother, you and your journey in the coming months.
ReplyDeleteAlso, SO excited to see you've started a blog and you're writing about one of the passions that made you so memorable to me.
Thanks Dana for the prayers and the compliments.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great outlet to express myself while having a little fun.
We'll be thinking about you. (((Kerra)))
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