I don’t much like shopping.
Food-shopping is bearable, clothes-shopping generally isn’t, although it is marginally better than shoe-shopping, and a whole lot better than bra-shopping.
I tend to avoid it if at all possible.
However.
Sometimes life strikes, and I get invited somewhere that calls for something other than jeans.
It seems life has struck.
I have been invited to not one but THREE weddings in the next 2 months.
I have a dress I wear to everything; graduations, parties.. everything. It’s long and dark chocolatey brown and fits and I would have worn it to all the weddings. Luckily none of them know each other, so I can get away with wearing the same outfit if I want. Except after consulting with H and A it became apparent that brown isn’t a good wedding colour. It seems ankle/floor length isn’t a good wedding-watching-dress length either.
Well that sucks.
I’m at home with my folks at the moment.
When I asked my mother for her opinion on what one wears to weddings and told her I was going to wear my brown dress, she suggested we went shopping.
The ensuing groaning noises were ignored, and I was whisked away to a rather lovely city to find something suitable.
3 hours later my brother was considerably more bored and my wallet would have been considerably lighter if I hadn’t paid with plastic.
In the past year I have been on 3 memorable shopping trips, for new things other than food. There may have been other trips, but I don’t remember them.
Each time I have surpassed all expectations and been awed by my success.
Last summer I bought 4 pairs of ‘shoes’ (= 2 pairs of going-out sandals, 1 pair of everyday sandals and 1 pair of summer shoes), last month I bought 4 bras (in just over half an hour before they kicked me out of the shop), and today I bought 4* dresses.
They are all delightful in their own way. If someone had asked me to describe the sort of thing I was looking for I wouldn’t have described any of them, but they are really really pretty and they fit and they weren’t even horrendously expensive.
Sometimes I amaze myself.
I’m going to need more invitations to dress up now.
*no idea what’s going on with all the 4s…
You took the boy shopping with you! For 3 hours? I’m not that brave. Did you let him go in shops with bikes (of any variety) or silly lycra. Or maybe something technical?
Dresses = good. My tactic is to send my sister shopping. We’re pretty similar in size and that way she’s the one paying. We also fit the same shoes… For the wedding I went to last week, I wore one of her dresses and her blue shoes. It’s somewhat scary when friends you went to school with are exchanging rings and forevers.
I think there was a bike shop involved, I don’t really remember…
It’s not ‘somewhat scary’ it’s practically the scariest thing ever. The scarier part is when their kids start school……
I guess the bike shop could take up 3 hours…
One of my best friends from primary school has a daughter in primary school. Although I guess that’s a bit of a different situation.
I can’t imagine myself ever that grown up.
me neither… but my future as a ‘proper’ grown up seems to be getting steadily closer…
stealing your sisters clothes sounds good if you’re the same size, have the same taste and are in the same country… 😉