My quest for connections continues, and so it went when I found myself at the mall on Friday afternoon.
I had a lovely chat with one person in particular that left me smiling big.
As I walked in to the store, I knew I was out of my element. My jeans read Old Navy on the tag, not Mavi, but I wanted a jean jacket, and hey, this was Jean Machine. So in I went, hoping that I wouldn’t seem like an old fuddy-duddy mom in a store where the music pumping at decibels that made it clear that their target demographic was a good 15 years younger than I am.