My Dallas Run-in with Dior
Okay, so I found myself in Dallas not too long ago. Wasn’t really for fun, more like one of those trips you gotta make, you know? Family stuff. Anyway, I had some time to kill one afternoon. The Texas sun was doing its thing, blazing hot, and I was just wandering, trying to clear my head a bit.
Ended up in that fancy area, Highland Park Village. Pretty place, gotta admit. Lots of high-end shops lined up, looking all perfect. And then I saw it, the Dior store. Big, clean windows, that name standing out.
Now, I’m not exactly the target audience, right? Most days I’m just trying to make sure my old truck starts. But I stopped. Stood there for a minute just looking. It felt kinda… separate from the real world I was dealing with that week. Inside, everything looked so precise, so elegant. Saw a handbag in the window, probably cost more than my rent for a few months. Crazy.
I didn’t go in. Felt a bit weird about it, honestly. Like I’d be out of place. Maybe it’s just me, but stepping into places like that sometimes feels like stepping into a movie where you don’t know the lines. It reminded me of this time years ago, fresh out of college, I saved up for ages to buy a single designer tie for job interviews. Thought it was my ticket, you know? Felt so important walking in that store back then, heart pounding.
- Walked past the entrance.
- Looked at the displays again.
- Thought about that old tie. Still got it somewhere, faded now.
Funny how things stick with you. Seeing that Dior in Dallas just brought all that back. It wasn’t really about the clothes or the bags at that moment. It was more about seeing this little bubble of luxury and thinking about where I was, where I’d been. Just a weird moment on a random Tuesday afternoon in Texas.
Anyway, I eventually just walked on, back to the heat and the real reason I was in town. But yeah, that little pause outside the Dior store, that stuck with me. Just another one of those odd little memories you collect along the way.
