First there was this M Missoni dress I wore to my uncle’s wedding:
And then there was this Missoni Wave Stripe Caftan that I can’t wait to don poolside in Vegas this October:
Somewhere in between my two fabulous dresses there was a Missoni headband I acquired at Scoop NYC on sale for $13.00 and a pair of ballet flats from Intermix I adored, but returned promptly after I decided their toe box was awkward. To say I take my Missoni collection slightly serious would be an understatement.
Unless you’ve been hiding in a cave, I’m sure by now you know all about Missoni for the masses that launched at Target Tuesday. While my twitter feed starting filling with panic and photos in the early hours of the morning, Katelyn and I leisurely rolled out of bed (i.e. the couch and the floor) and to our local target around 11:00am. By that time target.com had crashed and people had spun into a frenzy over the luxe Italian brand and its limited time affordability at Americas favorite store.
Low and behold, as we crossed the threshold of our local Target there was a stillness in the air. No crazy crowds or crazy women fighting. In fact the shelves were still very well stocked. We could have easily picked out any piece of the clothing selection in our sizes without worry, but we skipped right past that. Past the end caps full of luggage, accessories and dishes. Past the bedding, vases and picture frames. I was on a mission. All I longed for was the brightly colored blanket I’d seen on various websites offering a sneak peek at the collection.
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Now what would the odds be, that in the one store in America not in an uproar over Missoni for Target, where anything your heart desired from the collection was available, the one piece I wanted was sold out. Literally it was the only empty shelf in the entire presentation. Of course it would be sold out. Mega bummed and not even giddy about the gold mine we stumbled upon with the other pieces, I sulked. At one point, after asking multiple times if I was okay, Katelyn described me as catatonic. This was real bad.
I took to the phone and did what any rational, Missoni obsessed girl would do: I called my mother. After describing to her the dilemma and what exactly I needed her to stop whatever she was doing and go to Target immediately to look for, I hung up hopeful and optimistic. If ever a person could right this wrong it would be my mom. A few hours later and I got the phone call followed by picture message I was waiting for. While my mom was unable to find the exact blanket I wanted, she found the last one in purple. And as she so calmly reminded me, it would match my room perfectly.
Relieved and ecstatic, I thanked my mom a million times over and begged my dad not to even think about selling it on eBay. And that is how my mom added my favorite piece ever to my Missoni collection.
