This week I did something that I haven’t done in a very long time…
…I shopped at Target.
Living in the country, go-to-an-actual-Target shopping hasn’t really been a thing.
Mostly because there wasn’t a Target anywhere close to my gas station pizza stop.
Mostly because I had to cross state lines to get there.
Mostly because driving an hour to shop at the dollar spot isn’t really cost-effective.
I live in Targetville.
So this week found me standing in line at the self-checkout line buying party supplies.
And somewhere between scanning the polka-dot bags and the striped tissue paper…
…the most amazing thing happened.
I looked up and caught a glimpse of myself in the security camera.
Does your Target have those?
Maybe I’ve been under a Target rock and living in a Targetless gas station pizza world, but I never noticed them before. But now when you are checking out in the self-checkout lane they have these security cameras above where you scan the items.
It kind of startled me at first.
I didn’t know the camera was there until I started scanning my first item, randomly glanced up and caught a glimpse of myself in the tiny monitor.
Maybe it was the lighting in the check-out lane.
Maybe it was the angle of the camera.
Maybe it was the joy of finding the perfect gift wrap selection.
But at the risk of stating the obvious…
….at that moment my hair looked amazing.
I immediately stopped my scanning to stare at my reflection in awe.
I turned this way and that way.
I flipped up a curl and twisted it around my finger and smiled at my reflection in pure joy. I made duck lips and sucked in my cheekbones and pushed up the back of my hair with my hands and smoothed down the top of a curl and added a little side flip.
Forgotten was the scanning.
Forgotten was the entire reason for my shopping trip.
Forgotten were the polka dot bags and the striped wrapping paper and party supplies.
All of that was replaced with only two thoughts in my brain at that exact moment.
1. Where had this camera been all my life?
2. Could I take a selfie of myself in the security camera to post on social media?
I pried my vision away from my reflection for a moment to dig in my purse for my phone.
Mid-dig, I heard a discreet cough behind me.
Startled, I glanced up and looked around.
I couldn’t believe it.
Somewhere between my curling and smiling at my reflection and flipping my hair and turning this way and that in the camera….
….AN ENTIRE LINE OF PEOPLE WAS STANDING BEHIND ME WAITING TO CHECK OUT.
And the best part?
I could tell from their grins that they’d seen it all.
Every loving glance at myself in that camera.
Right then and there, my hair wilted. My curls hung their head in shame. My side part let out a sigh. I bowed my head, finished my scanning, paid for my party supplies and ran out of the store.
Next time I shop at Target…
…I’ll have my phone out and ready. 🙂
PS In decorating news, the pictures in this post (none of which have anything to do with Target or check out lines) are from my fall transitional mantel.
You can see all the mantel details here.