I almost killed K today.
Nope, not with my own bare hands, but with my indecision. If it's any consolation, she did it to me first.
We had a spare 2 hours to hit the mall today. I was looking for a camera bag and/or a purse and a sparkly top. Yes, my things all had to do with Chicago and that "special seminar weekend" that I am trying not to talk about every day.
To make K happy we went to Pac Sun first (ok, after not finding anything colorful in Ritz camera. Do camera bags ALL have to be black?) The music was blaring some repetitive phrase like "buy me and you'll have all the boys at your feet" or "skinny jeans are rad" or "blah, blah, blah". I know. I am officially old. I saw a shirt that I liked and wondered if I could fit in it, would it be weird for me to wear something from PacSun? K was looking around. Finally, she came back over to me and I said (praying), "All set?" I got the sigh and the "I guess so" which I know means NO!!!!! See, I have learned something! So we look some more and she tries on hot pink extreme skinny jeans in a size 00. My pinky does not fit into these jeans. As a 9lb 7 ounce baby, I couldn't have fit in these jeans.
She needs a belt to wear them.
She bought them with her own money and I bought her 2 shirts. I actually got the better deal, but she is the one who has been working this summer at the farm.
Then I drag her to Macys. She likes purses and there are quite a few tables of 50% off original price so I am thinking she will enjoy this little escapade to find Mommy a grown up purse. Grown up wasn't the word I was looking for, sophisticated was the word and K helped me out with it. Smart girl. I was immediately drawn to the patterned Le Sportsac bags that I have loved since I was about 14. They didn't seem very "sophisticated" though. I walked around with multiple black bags on my shoulders testing them out. K tried getting me to pick the most "decorated" (see bling and tassles here) ones so that I would use it for the weekend and then give it to her after. 20 minutes later, which seemed like an eternity for her, and she was on her knees begging me to "just pick one!!!!" I think I saw a tear in her eye as she gasped her next to last breath when I basically closed my eyes and said, "this one".
It will fit my camera and a butt load of bling and probably a lamp post. I may come home with major scoliosis, but the fact that it will remind me of the day I bonded with my first born, I will be smiling.
Oh and ps: we were not up for looking for a sparkly shirt, although I did threaten buying a bedazzler and fixing one up on my own. Yup, I got an eye roll from her for that idea!