When my sister Nancy comes to visit from Columbia, Missouri, we always go antique shopping, no question. Earlier this summer, after spending a day in Nebraska City stopping at Finders Keepers, and a day in St. Joseph at Jesse James and Kat & Co., we decided it was time to shop closer to home. Five Mile Corner is the only antique store nearby, so after going there, we tried a clothing store, Posh Consignment Boutique. Although it’s been open for two years, I hadn’t stopped in, but with Nan here, it was the perfect time. I tried on a light grey denim jacket—just what I had been looking for, but it was too big. It fit Nan perfectly and she bought it.
Instead of shopping at one particular online store, Nan typed “denim jacket, misses” into Google. Immediately a number of photos showed up and we looked at several to get an idea of what was available—many of which were too short, too bleached, and too young for me. Of course, I had to consider the price as well. Finally, we found one on clearance from Old Pueblo Traders, probably because it was a deep purple left over from last fall or winter.
We looked carefully to make sure it had all my requirements. It looked like the perfect length. The purple was not too bright. It looked pretty basic with dark brass buttons—nothing too trendy like an extra zipper or wild emblem. AND it was half the price of their white denim jacket, only $19.99. I had never ordered from this website before so I signed up and completed my order.
The jacket arrived a few days after Nan’s visit was over. Just like the photo online, the purple was not too bright, the medium fit well, and the length was good. A keeper! So I threw away the packaging and cut off the tag. However, the first time I wore the jacket I noticed something I hadn’t noticed before: the label was “BendOver” brand. I laughed out loud. That’s when I realized that for the first time in my life, I had ordered old lady clothes. Clothing that would help old people move more easily. Who thought of and decided on this brand name? I wondered. It sounded like a brand used in a “Saturday Night Live” skit. The initials are B.O. What a joke. And get this—the brand “BendOver” is inscribed in cursive writing on every single one of those brass buttons. (At first I thought I could replace them, but they are riveted on.)
So I guess the joke is on me. Yesterday, I received an Old Pueblo Traders catalog in the mail. Can anyone help me find an online store for fiftysomethings that doesn’t scream OLD LADY? Where do you like to shop?