Yesterday, I was rudely wrenched from my sleep by the evil sound of the door buzzer’s siren-esque squeal. I wasn’t sure who would get up on a Saturday before the double digits hit the clock, but at that moment in time, I was not pleased with whoever it was.  I may have even silently muttered a few colorful obscenities their way.

“What?” I croaked into the intercom, probably sounding similar to what one might hear in a zombie film, only a bit more on the grouchy side.  This person had just cut my stroll along a relaxing beach in Thailand short by at least two hours; they’d better have a damned good reason for pulling that kind of stunt!

An energetic, friendly voice responded:  “Pakkeposten!”  Really?  The mail man?  Figures.  Rolling my eyes, I leaned on the button to unlock the front door and trudged into the bathroom to splash some surprisingly ineffective cold water on my face.  I know better than to look in the mirror at times like these, so based on feel alone, I pulled my Edward Scissorhands-style hair back into the ugliest ponytail in the history of Man, then slid a T-shirt and a pair of jeans on.  I must have looked terrible.  There was no time to fix anything, though: five flights of stairs wouldn’t take long enough for me to grab a shower, and by the sounds of that guy, he was probably taking the stairs two steps a stride.

Turns out, it was probably three.  I greeted a half-giant in biker shorts, breathing heavily, at my door.  A big, annoying smile on his face, he offered, “Goddag!  Flot vejr, ik’?” (Hi there!  Beautiful weather, right?) Weather?  What weather?  I’m in a condo, the shades are drawn, for me it’s still nighttime, you brute!  Don’t try to win me over with your friendly nature, dream killer!

“Sure is,” I managed a weak smile.  Grudgingly, I signed my name to the package release form while Khan’s tail wagged fiercely in anticipation of attention from this physically imposing, total stranger standing in the hallway.  He’s a great watch dog, really, if getting long, white fur and ample slobber all over you is enough of a deterrent for a burglar.

Still not quite awake, it had taken me this long for my brain to fully grasp that a package was arriving, and I’d ordered three items in the last two weeks.  The fog in my mind was in the way, and then…it hit me.

Oh, my god!

Like a caffeine boost straight to the brain, a wave of excitement coursed through me.  All of a sudden, I was wide awake!  But which one was it!?  The Asos package with the pencil skirt—which would be my first, and it’s a staple!—along with the wide-leg fab pants?!  I would be able to wear those with so much!  Swoon!  Or was it the other first, the first Igigi item ever?  What was it?!

I attacked the packaging like a sugar-high kid on Christmas morning that, just one week prior, peeked at his presents in the closet and noticed “the big one” sitting in the back.  My husband, semi-conscious, inquired, “Coming back to bed, Hon?”

“Nope, got a package!” I responded.  Was he insane?  Come to bed?  Now?!  Who could think of sleep, let alone actually sleep, at a time like this?

And there it was…beautiful…the first of its kind—for me, at least—the Igigi dress.  I ran my hands along the soft, inviting fabric, so lovely!  Suddenly I could see myself on that beach again in Thailand, in the dress, walking along the beach, my sandals in my hands…

I couldn’t wait to try it on until I’m actually on vacation, that’s after Christmas

Hope everyone is having a fantastic weekend.  I’m off to ring my dad and wish him a happy father’s day!