It's a Not-So Wonderful Life

I was so stoked to meet up with Bella in Phoenixville today and show her It’s a Wonderful Life at The Colonial Theatre. We arrived forty minutes before showtime to be told it was already sold out. What the actual fuck?! Oh well. We took it in stride and went for Thai food and then some shopping. We hit Here & Now Crafts and then crossed the street to the Diving Cat Studio. Holy cannoli. That place was PACKED! We weaved through the hustling and bustling of last minute shoppers and I scored two, two, compliments on my hair. One was a stunning twenty-something woman at gift wrap who told me "I love your hair. It's glorious." I almost swooned! Then we rounded the corner and a handsome fella in his late thirties/early forties looked me dead in the eye and said "I. Want. Your. Hair. It's so lush and thick." What the hell?! Did I cast a spell on people today?! I told him he was gorgeous in his own way and he p'shawed me and smiled. 

Next we popped next door to Reads & Company where I scored a signed copy of Celia Imrie's latest novel (who knew that gorgeous doll was an author?! Not me.) and gabbed with the two employee's at the checkout. The gal ringing me up had on a rad t-shirt with a photo of Princess Diana wearing an Eagles jacket. "Ohmigod," I said, "I saw a similar photo of her on Insta the other day and it made me love her even more! Who knew that was even possible!?" Then the fella admitted, rather sheepishly, that he in fact had two photos of Diana in his home. "I have one hanging in my bedroom, you know, like how people have pictures of Jesus." That's when his co-worker declared, "She IS Jesus!" Amen, to that, sister.

After a mini photo shoot with the man of the month, we went to The Record Shop (the man that owns that place is so fun and was singing along to Bowie's Changes that was playing while I bopped my head and sashayed my hips to that fabulous track. I scored a mini-stack of six cds (Deano, Cyndi, RHCP, and Velvet Underground) for just under thirty bucks. 

So even though the movie was a no-go, Bella and I had a super-fun afternoon. The standout moment was when she emerged from the car in her fur-collared, calf-length knitted cardigan and declared, "You can call me Mrs. Soprano." Oh my god, she looked so Carmella Soprano!