The Vena Cava dressSo…I really had no business taking a four-year-old to Barneys, much less actually attempting to try something on with her in tow, but after schlepping through the mall with return after return, I couldn’t resist the siren song of SALE in large red letters splashed across Barneys’ windows. I reasoned all my returns would perhaps cancel out a teeny, tiny purchase…
Despite all that, I really had no business whatsoever trying on the very pretty, and significantly marked-down Vena Cava dress that somehow jumped off the rack and into my arms right there in the middle of the Co-Op section.
So…it should come as no surprise, really, that Audrey should completely melt-down right in the middle of Barneys as I amble out of the dressing room in said dress looking around for a sales person to help me grab a new size. No sales person in sight…melt-down reaching epic proportions, and I jokingly offer my four-year-old daughter to the nearest shopper, who I realize -- after making eye contact with her, was Jessica Simpson.
I actually almost gave my daughter to Jessica Simpson…I’m a bad, bad mom!
