A Date Night InJan 31, 2014 10:30AM ● By Chris Wolfgang
Omaha Models: Bess Warming and Dan Lehmann
Hair and makeup: Kat Ferm, Creative Hair Design
Stylists: Shan Stavropoulos, Luvbird Boutique; Emma Headley, Scout Dry Goods & Trade
Special thanks to Back in the Day
Luvbird Boutique 2110 S 67th St., No. 120
Scout Dry Goods & Trade 5019 Underwood Ave.
The invitation“What are we doing for Valentine’s Day?” he asked.
She looked at him blankly, then laughed. “Pizza, TV, and sweatpants? You know, like last year?” It had been a long day. Her students were getting into basic algebra, and her kids were getting into everything.
“Tradition is important,” he admitted, “but what if we switched things up? Dinner, music, something nice?”
He was serious, she realized. “Well, okay, but the kids? We can’t ask your mom to watch them again. And how nice? I mean, we did just come up with a new budget.”
His smile was mysterious. Lofty. “Wear something fun. I’ve got this.”
The planningIt was Valentine’s Day, and she was staring into the depths of her closet. Fun? she thought. Well, she had a few new things from Luvbird Boutique that she hadn’t had a chance to wear yet. The plum fleece leggings would work with that crocheted tunic and the long camisole. The jeweled headband was a bit more whimsical than she was used to, but if she threw on that knotted pearl necklace from Scout Dry Goods & Trade along with their suede ankle boots…
She nodded at herself in the mirror. Perfectly boho chic.
Her phone beeped. His text read: Meet me in the living room.
“What?” she whispered, but she couldn’t stop a grin. She didn’t exactly run downstairs.
He was sitting in front of the fireplace, surrounded by old vinyl and an antique, portable record player. With his denim jacket, flannel shirt, and black skinny jeans from Scout, he looked straight out of a 1960s ad. She was pleasantly surprised to see the leather cuff and black ankle boots. He had laughed when she’d given them to him. “Accessories are everything,” she’d replied.
The musicHe looked up and grinned. “I promised Mom we’d make her dinner next week. We’ll get the kids tomorrow morning.”
“Look who’s so proud of himself,” she said, kneeling next to him. She flipped over a record. “The Bee Gees?”
He took it from her and set it in the player. “FYI, every time you criticize my selection, you owe me a serenade before dinner.”
She raised her eyebrows. “I haven’t touched the guitar in years.”
“I haven’t played the piano since college. We’ll risk it.”
The loveThree 45s later, he asked, “You hungry?”
“What about those serenades? I seem to owe you six.”
He laughed. “You go change for dinner. I’ll cut it down to two.”
“Change? What is this, Downton Abbey?”
“I thought it could be fun to really pull out all the stops. I personally am going to wear a bow tie.” He smoothed an invisible mustache.
She cocked her head. “I see your bow tie, and I raise you high heels and a dress.”
That off-the-shoulder emerald dress from Luvbird would do, she thought as she raced back upstairs. With their blue teardrop necklace. And Scout had some great white lace tights the last time she went in. And those leather peep-toe pumps too.
She heard the soft strains of their tiny upright before she came back into the room. Hm. The shawl-neck sweater and dark-wash jeans from Scout fit him better than she remembered.
She tapped him on the shoulder. “Scoot over, college boy.”
He grinned and never stopped playing.